Work in Progress
Step into the picture of my life.
Take up your stance in the foreground
of my existence, smile for the camera.
Say 'cheese', 'sex', or whatever
it is one says these days to
depict the illusion of happiness.
Step off the side-line,
and stand in the centre with me.
The hangers-on belong out of focus.
Any false perception they create
deserves to remain in obscurity -
out of view. For the truth will out;
We tell it every day in our suspended
animation; in the delayed movement we
create when we hover on the stairs,
or when you pause to let me pass and touch
my arm; or when you hold my glance
with loving eyes. You belong with me.
Its not the words we say, but those
we don't that tell our story, so
step into my work in progress -
hold the pen with me, be part of my
calligraphy; form my sentences and
guide my hand as we write the next page...
take centre stage.
Copyright © Helen J Radford | Year Posted 2008
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