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drips


breathed of rain
balm for memory

a bird of the dawn I’d be
if birds could daydream

footsteps on damp soil
remind me of rhythm

Drips
they’re the ones I speak of
Down by the riverside
An angler did he fish,
The skies were blue
The sun did shine
There he made a wish.
He wished himself
And his
deceased bride
To take to
the tunnel
Of love
for one
last
ride,
In his chair dreaming
Of that
joyful last ride,
He took his last breath
And there
he smiled
And died.
How many made up stories, do we repeat as facts today,
Years ago in history, a few friends sitting around a fire,
Telling stories, one impressed another, then in the world it stayed.
We question so much in society, in every possible way,
Stories made up years ago, all those written, facts in books,
Like how old is planet Earth, go pick up dirt and rocks,
Make a guess as you play. Like saying all of the dark,
Top soil is the remains of human waste, from long forgotten days,
The time on clocks and dates on calendars, we live our life by,
A human made up, so we never really, know our own age,
Or The ice age was a million years ago, yet we can’t remember,
What we had for breakfast yesterday.

The Original: Tom Maxwell ©4/19/2022 AD
Седая ночь белёсым инеем
Накрыла утренний рассвет.
Трава мерцает — серебристая,
Скользит дорога шелковистая,
Сентябрь исполнил свой обет.

Берёзы в золоте качаются,
Чудесная пора закончилась.
Редеют кроны — листья льются,
А что же сердце в тихой грусти?
О! Всё — всегда — во всём кончается.

Седая грусть — то мудрость жизни,
То тихой тайны торжество.
Ведь ничего не повторяется,
А для других всё начинается —
Весна — то жизни сватовство!

И всё, как прежде, продолжается,
И небеса любви качаются,
Лишь для тебя настанет срок…
А ты исполнил свой оброк?

Седая ночь белёсым инеем
Овеет жизненный простор.
Всё понимаешь взглядом искренним,
Ты сам — судья и прокурор.
Судьба читает приговор.

Седая ночь — подруга строгая,
Что смотришь в душу — черноокая.

                 29 сентября 2025 г.
Believe the rest of your life
Will be the best of your life
Every day is a fresh start
We have opportunities to reinvent ourselves
Wake up every day anew
Looking for ways to savor life
We have a chance to push the positive
Negating the negative
As was told many times
Light pushes out darkness
Be someone’s light
Offer a smile to a stranger
Love instead of hate
It matters
We have the power
To lift up the world
One step at a time
Why fight (the) tears
For another year
Enough is enough
Stop hiding from love

End this rain
Let the sun
Heal some pain
There is room
To dress those wounds

Make amends
Be a friend
Shine a smile
From the inner child

End this rain
Let the sun
Heal some pain
There is room
To dress those wounds.

© Debra Lea Ryan
26 - 29. 09. 2025
☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
I am currently on bed rest.  A healing journey!  Also analogy and metaphor to explore! In song @ You Tube >   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVpzkTXmDSM
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