Playing in the front window
of your affection
My love became a storefront
for all to see
Displaying what my heart
had kept well hidden
Priced to sell, and tagged
—on sale for thee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
A Conflict Sure
As a walker,
I like pavement
As a traveler,
open space
As a thinker,
I prefer logic
As a mystic,
only grace
A conflict sure,
all age foretells
My soul,
this state decries
The answer dearest
to the one
To the other
—always lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
A First Beginning
Granting myself permission,
I advanced into the sun
The rays now scorching by me,
this journey zero-sum
Racing toward the present,
all chains come flying off
Into a first beginning
—my dreams and wishes caught
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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Wow, nice. The words have a nice weight to them. It's like an epitaph. (Whatever epitaph means...) I like
Thanks Peeter!
First one: Love it. It is so scary to suddenly see your innermost feelings in that storefront window!
Second one: Am still thinking! 🙂
Third one: In my case, flying into the sun, my dreams and wishes would probably just burn up!
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