dust-softened hardbacks
line shelves like old companions
ink scent warms the air
pages murmur their secrets
from shelves that never hurry
Some mornings,
memory returns the way sunlight used to~
slow, golden, unhurried,
slipping through venetian blinds
of a house that always smelled
of black coffee and Mother’s cooking.
I remember the stillness of those early hours,
the way the world felt half-awake,
as if holding its breath before noon crept in.
I recall bare feet on linoleum,
the screen door closing with a gentle click,
the kitchen radio playing rock n’ roll,
its tunes lingering in my memory.
There were gravel roads that knew my name,
porch steps warmed by summer sun,
and sky so wide it felt like a forever promise.
Back then, time moved like a small stream~
steady, certain,
carrying us forward without our noticing
how far we’d drifted.
Now, when memory rises,
it brings the same quiet comfort
as a familiar hymn sung softly~
a reminder that the past never truly leaves.
It lingers,
warm as a hand on my shoulder,
gentle as Mother’s voice calling me home.
one
instant
breath rising
from calm stillness,
a small beginning
unfolding into light~
the soul remembering how
to open its hidden windows
and let the soft, unhurried truth in,
a widening that feels like coming home
The day passes, same routine unhurried
While this body spirals of old age snail.
Energy movements and fade unworried
Point disembarkation, a blithe inhale.
Living forever at one time did grace.
Life driven dares in adolescent youth
Yielded sound as well as negative truth.
Learning by challenge mistakes we did face.
Surround by garden trim, tall sunflowers
Budding, breathless, and infectious spirit.
Climbing rose latticework, I rest near it.
Eternal sunlight reave through lonely hours.
1/19/2025
Daydreaming
White clouds float on a navy sky
like sails unfurled.
Warm breeze caresses my face
like a gentle kiss.
My body relaxed on green grass
like a soft mattress.
Tranquil thoughts flood my mind
like a lazy flowing river.
Babbling brook soothes my soul
like a mellow tune.
Lips curl back in a small smile
as my unhurried day passes by.
unhurried buffalo sits in a corner of the prairie
watching things happen in slow intervals
hearing birds' tweets, cheeps, screeches and whistles
enjoying the sun warming his back,
recognizing nature's beauty in a soulful way
understanding the season and the climate
thanks to God's gift to him of many observant years
Unhurried, loose, easy
Meandering, forlorn pathway
Nightfall, greatness
Scenes, unfurl in obsess
Strolling byway, late day sounds
Dazzling splendors surround
Among squeaking treetops crowned
Seeing falling leaves, flicking
Glimmering mist, crickets ticking
With heavy steps, leisurely, plodding
The night passed alone,
but morning greeted the day
with your return to me.
Upon me you climb
to wake me into delight
unhurried...tenderly.
Time spent ticks slow as
gently as your touch arouses
desire for your loving embrace.
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