Under a Ladybug Moon

Jerry Reynolds

Doors have always been a part of this.

Wet hands pulled me through the first.

Born a child of Earth

Into a world of shadow.

Resting as a gift on the belly of my mother.

Lying there without friends, alone

Cradled in her loving hands,

Folding like a screen of leaves

Lest a cunning breeze

Steal her precious Jade,

Pluck her sweet plum.

As another doorway looms,

The twilight of my life arrives

Truths revealed that are mine

A husband, dad, granddad, artist, poet

All of this,

While floating in the hammock of time

Under a ladybug moon.

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  • arqios

    Hey Jerry, thank you for sharing this beautifully wrought journey through life’s thresholds. As someone who’s walked many of those hallways and stood in countless doorways, your poem spoke to me on a profoundly personal level. 🕊️🙏🏻

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Thank you, arqios. Generous words indeed.

      • arqios

        ...most welcome, friend 🕊️🙏🏻

      • sorenbarrett

        Loved this poem Jerry closely related to one that I am working on at present. It speaks personally to all of us in that we were all birthed and poetically with such wonderful images that you presented. Simply lovely and a fave

        • Jerry Reynolds

          Thanks for your fine words, SB.

          • sorenbarrett

            You are most welcome Jerry

          • Thomas W Case

            Beautiful.

          • Goldfinch60

            Keep on floating Jerry.

            Andy



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