Hidden Corners
Hidden Corners
I have no memory of things others recall
Nor desire to go pondering the length of memory’s hall.
I favor more the present tense, living in the present sense
And deign to journey willingly to the valley of experience.
Therefore I travel lightly in fear of weighted past
And move with stealthy cunning among long shadows cast.
I need not till the garden, caring not for wheat or chaff
Nor tend the sheep in darkness leaning on ancestral staff.
So I shield the seeds I wish to grow
In the shady, hidden corners
of the loneliness I know.
for Skat A - any old poem will do #2
John G. Lawless
2011
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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