SILENT CURATOR*
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Aging is not a thief,
but a silent curator,
selecting the finest moments,
the quiet triumphs,
the lessons learned in silence,
the wisdom that blossoms
like wildflowers in the cracks
of a once-bustling sidewalk.
So I embrace the years,
the softening edges of my spirit,
the grace of acceptance,
the gratitude for the journey,
for every heartbeat, every breath,
a reminder that life, in all its fleeting beauty,
is a gift wrapped in the delicate layers
of time.
*Note:This poem was originally published on Writer’ Monk’s Facebook page (www.facebook.com › thewritermonk). This is my original poem.
Admirably blessing, caring devotion,
Beautiful curator develops evangelism,
Creating dedicated, evolving faithful,
Divine epistles, faith growing.
(Acrostic in alphabet sequence, ABCD).
DREAMWORLD FIGURINES – THE CURATOR
Such pleasant musing echoes out.
She sits and creates her waxed dolls.
Dreamlike are images sculptured.
In her tiny waxed doll shop,
Her mind configures masterpieces…works of art.
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VERLENA S. WALKER
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 01, 2014!
Standing on the crossroads
When a choice you make
The roads that go far
The voyage is at stake.
You could just stroll
You could procrastinate
Until you lose track
Lose faith in 'fate'
Walk a lane on whim
Cede to 'the unchaste'
Steer the ship yourself
Better you than Him to curate