Just Within Reach
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This write was not entered in the contest but I would like to credit and thank John Lawless for the inspiration.
just within reach?
lots of things!
stuff one could collect,
especially graphic novels
with a writer that made you wish
you had a photographic memory
so you would never forget even one
consonant or one vowel he wrote.
with an artist who used a pencil
like Van Gogh used a paint brush
except better - or - only better
...you choose...edit this yourself
using that memory I referred to earlier on.
every girl that walked by me
when I was a teen - whose
fragrance lingered inside quotation
marks that sang the words
"without you I'll be alone".
every woman that walked by me
when I was a teen - whose strut pulled
at my heart to follow and accept their logic
"yes I'm your teacher but why let a little
technicality like that get in the way of true lust"
jobs loads of them that had ladders
with only one rung at the top that got
me thinking "what are you waiting for?
this was made for you. three months
and you'll own the joint."
careers that giggled like choir boys
stuffing their faces at the local pizzeria
thinking 'life never gets better than this'.
careers wishing I would hop on for the ride whispering
in my ear "shut up and do me " and then screaming "YES...
YES..." followed up by even more screaming "YES...YES and ending
in a soprano round of "Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care..."
sports that skated by me like home runs
that scored two points going through the
field goal posts of the end of the spikes of
a soccer player taking the three point shot
with only five seconds left on the clocked
filly getting her first hole in one hell of a boxing
match point to win Wimbledon for the fourth
stroke in a rowing competition.
disciplines that courted me with their indignant
stern voices yelling "can you handle me child?"
disciplines that came with costs...heavy costs.
disciplines that paraded themselves like supermodels
dressed in high couture walking the runways in paris france
where bilingual tourists outside sat in fancy
outdoor cafés smoking Gauloises unfiltered cigarettes.
all of this and more,
everything just within reach...
I took and
...I never took for granted
and in time I moved closer and closer
to that which was outside my reach...
soon enough it was ALL...just within my reach.
I claimed everything I wanted.
I called it my art...gave it everything I had and more
and I thank God he gave me the strength
to digest everything just within my reach
then to succeed beyond my reach!
April 23 2015
Just within your reach
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015
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