Life Is Like a Maypole
Life Is Like A Maypole.
In our spring, we are born;
our dance begins as inter-woven events
and experiences build our future.
Blood-red trauma,
wraps itself around our happiest moments…
it never wins.
Always uplifted by orange-joys,
winding ribbons, we heal a bit.
Intermingling emotions are etheric ribbons;
round and round, they twine.
Once we are completely enveloped;
developed by life’s dance;
the grey’s of middle-age decline,
begins to unravel;
reversing our celebration until,
death’s icy grip ads its finishing touch.
A soul is born; in growing,
learns and passes into another existence…
re-incarnating for another dance.
Entered contest: Life Is Like A Maypole
Sponsored by: Seren Roberts
1-19-15
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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