A Story
There is a hidden story here,
wordings in the lines of a book that openly appear
well-worn images cleared
along paths and byways out of stagnation,
birth life experiences out of the shadows of creation
marked by words and phrases, filled within blank spaces
holding time in all its places,
imaginings real and vague,
too easily erased by respite, consternation, aged oasis.
The word streams up and down the page gathered together
in paragraphs and sentences, uneasily phrased
chapters to be told but never quite heard,
lives lived sad and happy within the written word,
addressing all the hows and whys
the wherefores brave and bold
life once delicate, innocent, foolish with intent, pure and pristine
held silent by images of unimaginable aging in the unforeseen.
A mistake taken and made quickened faulty steps
out of shadows, dark consuming, mesmerizing desires inept,
companions, friends, partners , dreamers, schemers, and lovers
searching for the futures waiting to be discovered,
paying tokens, worship of ancestral icons,
love's fool hearty titans, sublime and divine
to the body electric, solemn, serious, serene,
pleasurable by design.
Solemn prayers vocalized by the heart
beating in unison panicked when distant or apart
relaying the story of where love ends and where it starts,
blended, bonded, separated by passion, the moment on display played
unawares and barely assured of how long the magic alures.
or could have stayed lingering thought in the want and need
of where it once was made, all finely focused on life's grand parade.
The story is often sad but true
lovers, unfortunate in youth, emotional fools without a clue
knowing that all hope and dreams are learned better out of school
that truth, deception, and lie form both pleasure and sin
walling up the mind and soul from down deep within,
the story rolls out in a plot of twists and turns
and all, in the end, get burned.
Here the story, silently it may lay
placed hidden on a dusty shelf well-worn and frayed
unopened, unheard, and yet retold
so like the stories generations old,
over and over again by companions, family, relatives,
the lovers and the friends.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2021
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