How endearing the innocence of life was,
When blissfully it started, with a blank canvas,
Cherishing in mother’s love and warmth,
Happy as can be, cuddled in loving arms,
Flaunting vigor of adorable, zealous charm.
Life ran into hurdles as it learned to walk,
Stumbled, yet got up, after every fall,
Giggled and babbled, learning to talk;
And from gibberish, as cogent words formed,
How flawless, pure, beginning of life was!
Soon, as it donned unique shape and form,
Colors adorned fabric of once empty canvas,
In brushstrokes of inspiration and resolve,
Enlisting hope, amidst despairs of loss,
And beams of light upon tenebrous clouds.
On ambitions it thrived, braving passionately,
Yet, encountered unbearable abyss of grief
As doubt and dismay churned in defeats
And failures sprouted within complacency,
Deviating from path of purposeful deeds.
From inner peace, as wisdom vibes chimed,
Life freed from mundane, agitation of strife,
Triumphant when dreams and reality rhymed,
Questing for tranquility in eternity of time,
Retouching feats-unfinished on canvas of life.
My Muse awoke me,
I had been listening to a thunderstorm
from my warm bedroom.
She wanted me to write about
the storm.
The morning came fine and fair,
she was still pressing me
to talk about the thunderstorm,
but I am done retouching
and tweaking
dusty old images
that cannot be verified
in this very moment.
The present is a fact checker
and a sunny sky don't lie.
If you must know
there are peaches in the orchard
Squirrels are nibbling away the windfalls.
My son is almost playing a tune
on his electric guitar,
the smell of bacon
is pulling me toward the kitchen.
I turn on the TV
but all the shows are reruns.
WORK OF ANGELS
From dawn to dawn rustling wings merciful song
shredding lemon zest to brighten the sun
stuffing pillow clouds with fanciful cotton
replacing light bulbs in each burned-out star
retouching each haloed cirque of a rainbow
whittling each phase of the wayfaring moon
From dusk to dusk seraphim and cherubim hum along
6/1/2017
7 Line Max contest
1st Place
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