Souvenirs of child bearing years
Leaves
Turn gold
Drift away
A soft descent
At the close of day
Sun shines with fading light
Air grows crisp, a gentle bite
Birds take flight, seeking warmer climes
Autumn has gently parted away
Winter chill begins to fill the space
The branches etch against the grey
Nights stretch long and shadows tall
Hidden seeds take some rest
We draw the shutters
Firm, close and tight
To welcome
Coming
Night
The souvenirs of childbirth
On plains where dreams stretch like silk in the moonlight,
Beyond branches weaving tales in the silver of the cold night,
A mysterious path opens, like a gateway to unknown worlds,
And upon it, memories dance like butterflies in the starlight.
Beneath the earth's crust, hearts beat to the rhythm of a forgotten dream,
At the edge of an enchanted well, where time seems suspended,
Ancestral spirits await us with stories from other realms,
And your hand, illuminated by constellations, guides me through the labyrinth of night.
In this dreamlike world, the echo of forgetfulness sings an ancient song,
Disturbing the harmony between dream and reality, between sky and earth.
At my bedside, dreams gather, forming a bridge to infinity,
And he who loses himself in his own dream finds himself in the heart of the universe.
In this kingdom of sleep, where stars weave their destinies,
Our shadows merge in a waltz of eternity,
And even if our steps are lost in the depths of night,
Our hearts will remain united in a never-ending dream.
Seek
them all out,
overrun they thrive.
Fields full of hiding places
speak
to the courage of children.
Away from dull eyes
naive dreams
stretch
In a forgotten corner of the world, where silences stretch like a carpet of mist,
My thoughts wander among the ruins of lives scattered by the wind,
Reminding me that wisdom and madness dance hand in hand,
Like two shadows merging under the pale light of an eternal sunset.
In the silence of an endless night, I contemplate the broken destinies,
A silent song of those who fell prey to their inner storms,
For only when ruin touches our own being do we truly understand,
For only then do we see clearly that the lost ones are our unknown brothers.
In the shadow of an existence unraveling like an old canvas,
I realize that the drunkards, the mad, the prisoners, and the dreamers are part of us,
People who wear invisible scars like medals of destiny,
They are as commonplace as a rainbow arching after a storm.
Memories intertwine like threads of silk in the wind of time,
And I understand that every ruined life is a story worth hearing,
For in their fragility, we find the reflection of our own searches,
And in the fragility of a shattered dream, we find the strength to be reborn.
I loved you from afar, under the shadows of silence that stretch like a veil,
Knowing that one day I would have to detach my soul from yours,
And now, as that moment approaches with heavy, leaden steps,
I sit with the weight of all emotions, asking myself why.
Why did I open my heart, knowing you were not mine to keep,
Why did I let you in when an ending was written in the stars?
I wish you knew how much I cared, how deeply I loved you,
How far I would have gone just to make you stay.
But I am afraid, afraid that in every world, in every written story,
You will never feel the same love that burns within me.
So I remain silent, hiding my heart behind a smile,
Loving you quietly until the quiet is all that remains.
I am a poet with broken wings, my words are whispers lost in the wind,
My integrity overwhelmed by desires that will never come true.
But even in the silence between us, my love remains, like an untold story,
One that continues to live in the mystery of every endless night.
In a world where shadows stretch across asphalt streets,
the modern man searches for his soul among dazzling advertisements,
alienated, stripped of ancestral creativity,
transformed from a creator into a silent consumer,
his smile, a mask on a billboard,
bearing the pride of a scentless existence,
in a world where presence becomes absence,
and essence is lost among useless objects,
our souls are just echoes in empty boxes,
and in every perfect smile hides a silence,
a silent cry for meaning, for a rebirth,
but we are trapped in mazes of shiny packaging,
where time is measured in products and not in moments,
and we, prisoners of a prefabricated dream,
lose ourselves in reflections of a distorted reality,
seeking to find, in this deafening silence,
the answer to the question we've forgotten to ask,
in a universe where authenticity is a luxury,
and truth, just a distant dream we chase,
while we dance on the edge of a collective oblivion.
Two young wrens sat on a wire side by side.
Then one bird stretched her wings ever so wide.
The other bird grabbed the tip of her wing,
And she began to scream, poor little thing.
Pulling much harder, he wouldn't let her go,
But lost his grip when she moved to and fro.
Angered and miffed, she flew to a small branch.
He chirped his regrets to beg a next chance.
And the following day, she did just that...
He began to walk, she began to trail
Close enough to yank some feathers from his tail.
One thing I love about the heart…as each day we grow a little more
is it’s amazing ability to stretch…a little more than it’s ever stretched before.
As a child…how easily it stretches to cover our mom, dad, sisters and brothers….
and when we think that’s where the stretching ends…
it stretches even farther to cover our relatives and friends.
As we grow up…we are happy in this comfortable circle where we are…
surrounded by friends and family our heart doesn’t have to stretch out very far.
But time moving on is inevitable…and there will come a day
we realize how far our heart can stretch…when it’s time to move away.
We are thankful for how far it stretches…those times we feel alone
and how it stretches on to new friends, perhaps a partner…and a family of our own.
And for a while our heart is relaxes…until there comes a day
when it must stretch again…when our children move away.
Until one day, in our old age, when we smile
thinking about all the ways our life’s unfurled….
and give thanks for a heart that has the ability
Starting with the toes,
Leaning from back to front.
Curling muscles across the back.
Never stressed,
Elongated.
Pushing out from nose to tail.
I go from one appendage to the next.
Toes than feet.
Moving knees round and round.
Swaying hips up and down,
In hope the back pain settles down.
The pets have it made.
Each muscle is stretched in one continuous motion.
No rubbing in of lotion.
Cats join in under their shade,
Stretching in from toes up to the back.
As I sit,
Moving each muscle getting ready to stand.
Enviously disrupting my continuous stretch,
As I do my best.
Giant Yawn
full body stretch
full flop
lazy slow tail swishing
curl into a ball
contented sleep
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A Mother Watches Her Daughter Stretch Her Wings
There was no stopping my daughter's quest
Like a baby blue jay leaving the nest
She would take to the neighbors with a zest
With play in her eyes, she would meet her guest
A cat, dog, and garden laying at rest
My little one reached in her Sunday best
As the trio looked on with warm jest
Gently she met her hosts without protest
As she brought water jugs filled to the crest
The water cure left the trio blessed
And for my daughter, she grew from this test
Tears filled my eyes as her flight was all dressed
Between the rain drops I grew,
Long feet, arms, and ears.
The rest of me was nowhere near.
Never felt like I belonged.
Kids at school called me "Stretch".
As I tripped over my feet,
And couldn't play catch!
Momma said," You'll grow into your, ears, legs, and feet.
Everything will fit!
Like a dog grows into ears and paws."
I'm not a dog!
Didn't comfort me at all.
Poppa said, "Don't worry everything will turn out alright!"
One day I stood on my toes,
Held tight to the fence.
So, the rest of me wouldn't take flight!
A ballet teacher happen to be walking by.
He said, "Oh my, I bet you could fly!"
I thought that was a strange thing to say.
I followed him to the Ballet School.
Worked out with him every day.
Now I lift ballerinas over my head.
Toss them high, catch them as we both fly.
The ballet teacher was right.
I found my place at the Ballet School.
Went there every night.
Now when the kids call me, "Stretch"
I stand on my toes,
Do a pirouette!
Cosmic rays catalyzed their mission
Mister Fantastic, Reed, led the group
He could stretch like atomic fission.
He bent and flexed to assist the troupe.
Before, girlfriend, later fiancé,
Invisible Woman made impact.
Sue's force field had significant splay
and her bombastic blasts were exact.
Johnny, the Human Torch, struck a name.
As Sue's brother, he was in the know,
used his powers to generate flame.
His embers turned a spark to a glow.
Oh, the monstrous Thing, friend to them all,
grumpy and grouchy but super strong.
He would have been grand with a football.
Stone-like durable flesh and headstrong.
More diversified team you won't find.
Like musketeers, they are one for all
These are the outcasts of humankind,
when need arises, we give them a call.
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