Art
splintered
pieces sewn
into patchwork;
Conjoined phrases decorate a soft quilt;
Words wrap you up lying on the sofa;
Warm and cared for,
poetry
comes to
life.
their sadness resonates throughout the forest
the animals watch them crawl out of a cave nightly
conjoined twins abandoned by age six
Three coils unwind.
Celtic then, now, and future,
volution of life.
In your squish hug the arms subtly transform
into the wrap of heart’s enchanted embrace,
transfers the lingered yearning latent within,
setting sail in the stream of my ardent ardor.
In the fervent sea it braces the shoulder of waves,
their crests adorned by the pearls of your smile,
entwined with the lattice of mesmeric moonbeam,
its sparkle splashes on my spirit, illumining me.
You come close in my fold, our shadow intertwine,
dispersed dualities mingle to fuse into oneness.
Even when the tides of time pulls you away far,
I feel you are ethereally embellished within me.
When in the fading gleam of the twilight tinge,
you return entranced, I take you in my arms,
all the strewn shards of my broken dreams
conjoin into wholeness in an instant of eternity.
June 4, 2020
The Art of Creating,
the Art of Living
—YES
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
Conjoined,
(Age & Depression)
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
My Golden years are tarnished,
Fact is, they now resemble rust.
Now most daily conversations,
Wear an argumentative crust.
I’m plagued by numerous issues,
Virtually all related to health.
As personal desires go unmet,
Commodities steal my wealth.
Age has left me with no options,
My good times rest in my past.
Seems I’m biding time awaiting
The day to be counted my last;
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