All those damn hours spent training
A spinning mind to glide
Into a gentle humming.
Unhurried and disinterested.
Slack lips on sleeping child face.
A lifetime of red leaf sunsets
Falling through gnarled arthritic fingers:
A failing memory and a shining face;
A remembering of the pieces and
A forgetting to forget.
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About Me
- roberto kiam borderlineartist@gmail.com
- I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.
2 comments:
i would very much like to see this expanding. i especially like the first stanza.
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actually i like the second stanza a lot too.
but i might change it to
remembering to re member
and forgetting to for get.
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