Flight of Fancy

Another blank page!

Flying towards me like an - I don’t know -

Unwritten story

Unsung song 

Unrhyming poem

Each one with words waiting..waiting..

holding space for a line to draw amazing pictures in words

But Oh no!  They will just have to wait ~
believing in another day

another time.

“The world is full of magical things 

patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.”

~ Bertrand Russell

Guidance

I walked tonight
on cement sidewalks
through the trees on a cedar path
new eyesight in one eye sharp and clean
the other still fuzzing edges of the scene 

I thought to myself ~
This must be like growing up ~ rather unbalanced but not...
wandering or racing on paths that others have made
Belief in only their stories for guidance.
My youth and their age fuzzing edges of past and future.

I looked all around ~
the evening filled with children’s play
couples and families walking hand in hand
cars, vans and bicycles sharing the road.
The scene came into sharp focus as I passed.

“People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that 

surround them, especially if they don’t have their own song.”

~ Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

Visual Acuity

Glassy ripples wrap around the  soul ~
wrinkles and rumples from distorted life lessons
smoothed with belief in family, friends and each moment.

Inner wisdom rises from the depths of the soul.
Faint traces of old distortions remain in ancient memory.

“Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.”

~ Walt Whitman