Whenever something impacts me in my life I write a poem or story describing the moment. Our generation is losing this skill, imagination is in 3 D or High Definition. I challenge anybody to try and recreate a moment with words, Art or music. Enclosed are a few moments in my life.
Unemployed
Waking up to the aroma of silence.
I have lost faith.'
Walking in circles,chasing unknowns.
Woven tree's pass judgement.
Who am I ?
A image blowing freely.
Touching no foundations.
I am a shallow man.
Wallowing, digging fall Host as.
AFTER VISITING DA VINCI'S STATUE OF A HORSE
(FREDIC MEIJER'S GARDEN GRAND RAPIDS, MICHIGAN, ANOTHER IN FRANCE.)
Chaperoning three-second graders-Andrew,Adrien,Nicholas.
Three wolf pups gazing at Cacti and flowers.
The boy's chase garden spiders.
Walking with my own trio of wild things,
grasping their limbs and tails.
Entering the butterfly sanctuary the lads stand still.
Spreading out their arms, still,
Underneath a cloud of Monarchs.
Hoping butterflies will land on their thin arms.
Running outside in the rough rain.
The pups look for a beaver in the pond.
Blown by the East wind,dancing.
Reaching the twenty five foot Horse statue.
Burnished ,strong stallion posing majestic.
Jumping up and down holding pointed umbrellas.
Trying to poke the stud's bronze genitals.
Little girls giggle watching.
Then back to the glass building.
where we sit at a round table.
Buying M MS candy from a vending machine.
I pour them on a Formica top,
watching six hands fight for primary colors.
Drinking bad coffee, thinking of the highlight of the day.
Wondering if I was the children's entertainment,
Or Cavello with the large tarnished cock.
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