Keepsake memories like last Autumns
Leaves are colored red vibrant

My sole,ear the peruser  of the
Calm of the dawn and my two
Eyes excusing the sun behind clouds
And my two legs holding me upright
Still, I paint with an easel of palm
And a canvas of grass
The pig brush in hand and a pallet
Imagination, I paint skys woundrous
New hold my senses imbued as I flash green red blue as the sky does
Into a rainbow for you.
Brave strokes wide flushes pink in my hand as the landscape unfolds
Into pure thoughts tales and untold
colors of world's that are here
You must see them with faith
And hope to be sure
And to that that is seen it's bright
Bravely colored as is but
Only in eyes that are open can all
The riches the world holds
Be envisioned
And so pardon my revisions
Reality is good
I've been told
But believe in the work
More of brain cells
Than gold

Mused once on serendipity deciding
The left was more right than the other way
Did not make such a decision wildly
Without many thoughts
And deliberations
Deliberately
She took months of imposing on friends and acquaintances asking all
Kinds of personal questions not
Accepting their nods for answers she needed quotations , she pestered
And poked spoke in rhymes and leading modes trying to find the one
truth by being intrusive enough to see through them. Was she pre-ordained for this mission of magnificence at being ignorant to find truth or was that the way the mainstream of humans are, or was she bounding new limits founding an orthodox or crossing some limit.  See Herfiffity was once younger still young but above the legal age at the minute she gave out her ****** mind to the right then thought right about it and left.
And how she wept.

Old
Wooden wagon wheels
Solve
Revolving around
Around again
And
Again

Why let the nightmare sour
Again I've
Told you time and
Time just
Forget your
Guilt and sorrows
And begin
To dream
Once more

Oh cat,
I've never witnessed innocence
Before, how you howl to protect
Your kittens,

How scary
Must my tallness frighten
You, all curled around
Your young.

And the breezes
cold, threatening death
To such beauty unfolding
how, life is told

I want to think,
In the eyes of a mother
teats swolled and young
depending so
Much upon

Those fierce eyes tell
Me so, wild as the winds cold
You have soul
chilled by aloneness
You are touched now.

So brave me this glance,
Mom. I chance to
Make a life somehow
As well as you have
And be true to it.

To the death