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Am I Hideous

Am I hideous 


So many years have drained,
slowly taking what was once mine
scattering it over endless thoughts and memories
and I wonder why, where has it all gone?
Silver finds locks once dark,
muscles speak in much louder tones

Sleep is something of youthful moments
and nightmares wrap me where once bloomed orchids

Coming down that mountain…stumbling,
gazing on the valley below, green and lush, 
envying those who still smile,
holding hands and drinking of life
one happy sip at a time
from that half full glass held next to their hearts

Not a drop spilled on their dance floor, 
mixing with saw dust and erratic footprint designs

A tear finds my cheek, lonely as it is
asking what did it mean, why has loved passed me by?
Nary a wave or a nod, eyes fixed elsewhere
Am I hideous……………………why did I just grin?
One more butterfly touches and I didn’t notice,
until now…perhaps

There’s that word again, perhaps…seems overused
though it hasn’t been spoken in ages

Entering that final path, winding…tiring so
but a spring in the old step, a bounce found in place of a crawl
“Sweet the fragrant air doth find me of you”  
Why did I just say that, and in a voice I hadn’t heard in so long?
Seems to be singing…and it is me…me
and funny…I hear harmony
 
So it has come, the voices of my past belting out a few notes
into the mind of crab cake crumbles and starched socks

Yet it is not in my head, it is on the wind…a cool breeze of song
wafts along aged skin and tickles…and I laugh at the feeling
When she appears from a field of lavender, different yet perfect, 
beautiful eyes, lips…I must be going insane…they said it would happen…madness
Then she smiles at me and I smile back, could this be….love…me? 
Taking my hand we run…yes run…uphill…and I feel free

Reaching in my pocket I pull out the four leaf clover 
I found when I was twelve and whisper…”Took you long enough”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 1/10/2017 3:05:00 PM
You are an exceptional poet..Story teller...Romantic artist...All in one..I wish I could write as beautiful as you. Ihave to fave this treasure trove....A 7 plus too.
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Chris Green
Date: 1/10/2017 4:03:00 PM
Ha, and here I wish to write as good as you. :) Thank you so very much my sweet friend for always being so kind to me.
Date: 1/10/2017 1:31:00 PM
How music can change you back, a little change in your voice, a small difference in your gait. A switch made in your brain, a different way of seeing , finding lucky clover.... A good kind of insane, something to keep you sane
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Darren White
Date: 1/11/2017 5:07:00 AM
Hugs for you :)
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Chris Green
Date: 1/10/2017 1:49:00 PM
Thanks so much Darren, it take a whole lot to keep me sane. :)
Date: 1/10/2017 11:24:00 AM
A very captivating story Chris. Lucky you had the clover...love the line “Sweet the fragrant air doth find me of you”
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Chris Green
Date: 1/10/2017 11:57:00 AM
Thanks so much Tim. Yep, I always keep one with me just in case. :)

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