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*Image of an ivory cocoon extended home provided by Pixabay.

Tender Start, Beautiful End
Poetic Forms: Concrete

First betold,
for here are the I's,
it's not that we're parentless,
merely, multi-births scared dad
from the onset, then afterward,
mom just left us to be all alone,
albeit, generations embedded
in our birthright prepared us
toward our indubious fate
that had enlightened our
renewable bodies as we
perpetually grow older
from every magical 
consequence that
presents itself 
as we begin 
to age.

Initially,
we each became
knowledgeable through
adaptation and not adoption
as time was our mortal adversary
and a neverending necessity for 
sustenance, demands that we
must separate from the full
collective in order that we
survive the ordeal that 
we anticipate in our 
onward push being
distinct existences
instinctively well-
equipped, both
--defensively,
and slightly,
offensively.

Left to my
own devices,
it is my lot in life
that I found myself
far removed from my
birthplace, moving ever
forward, tick-tock chimes
away, solely legging in the
here and now, lollygagging 
my procrastinating self,
being fashionably
late in my stage
of brevity, as 
youth-fully
facing my
new life
apart.

Being amply
content by the 
life I have held, 
traversing various 
hindrances during my
ups and downs into that
apparent, topsy-turvy realm 
that oddly aided my struggles
as I have hosted numerous prying 
eyes being drawn via my vulnerable
youthful self, also, I am considerably
creepy ... dealt naught with a bad hand,
simply, a difficult one -- that includes
the joker, facing everyday hurdles
traversing to and fro, solely to 
angulate my means with a 
moral opportunity just 
to persevere.

Now it's
time for me
to settle down
as ... "I did my bit
for king and country",
I found a nice niche, rather
partially built in this towering
high-rise with a panoramic vista
of the distant countryside just yon
the lea, so busy as a beaver, to work 
I go for my future home is just inside my
grasp ... I tinker around, unconcerned, 
as my inherent skills guide onwards ...
natural impulses hither me about 
in a world where time lives on --
my ancestor's fervent belief's
has been reincarnation from
the get-go and now that I
have, in our standards,
matured -- tired now,
I will close my door
and lock me in this
ivory tower -- old,
fatigued, plus
sleepy -- my
dreamscape
awaits for
its next
pilot.

~~ "BRB with a pupa update!"

2021 April 25
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (APR 30)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 May 01
*2nd Place*
Your best free verse so far this year
~~John Hamilton: Judged 2021 April 26
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