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‘Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs’
					
                                                     Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Tim had put on his winter coat and sat on the children’s swing

‘Never too old to play’ he pondered as he neared the clouds

Thoughts dangled from branching memories but he held firm

He leafed through the book of his life and felt moss in his heart

But the dusty pages had always grown rose petals among thorns


His shadows grew shorter towards the pinnacle of meaning

But the wind gently swayed his body and soothed his mind

On the ground a mosaic of nostalgia mixed with the seasons

Painted a monochrome pattern that sharpened his focus

Lines in the sand portrayed spiky reminiscence of shadows


He had been to morass of lowlands and peaks of fulfilment

Felt the bark on his skin and tasted sweet and sour fruition

Grazed his bare knees and cut through barbed branches

Fell on promises’ temptation beyond dreams in delusion

Rooted his wings in a canopy of compassion nevertheless


The twilight of contours and silhouettes reflected some truth

Which one he had not quite captured but a light led the way

The canvass below raised him into meditation and love

As he remembered Picasso who is said to have spoken that

It took him ages to learn how to paint like an untainted child


Just then all the pictures painted in the playground faded

And yet gained momentum when touched by a bare canopy

Into one message of epiphanous clarity tasked with blissful delight

It’s never too late to be the kid in a park I always longed for

Jagged at the outside I can see that youth comes from within


‘When life gives you branches fashion a wreath for your passion’


26th November 2019

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