Bucket List
*** Bucket List ***
I want to discover the regions that rise
Up from between blades of grass and climb
To alien atmospheres; I want to examine for traces
Of fingerprints left on guitar strings, to know
If talent carries a transmitting touch.
Then, I might dwell some long days peering into
The brush strokes of Klee, VanGogh, Degas, and
Pissarro (to name but a few) until radiant
Perception gleans, directing my sight. Too,I
Will draw every face near me, every smile and eye.
From there, I will travel the alleyways of the world,
Helping to work for hope where little lives;
Inspiring spirits bound by dark clouds
Hanging too low, from which no rain flows...
But,I will list no more: the contents
Of my bucket grow, but quench not the fire.
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(C) sally Young eslinger 12/25/20
Thanks be to God.
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2020
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