gloss applied over even deep decay
convinces lookers-on that all is well
but not treated and removed,
putrefaction mounts assault
gnawing-gnashing inner structures
down-away.
heart consumed from the core
no support for the sheen
shining gloss slips aside
false-front slides.
Exposing rot, corrosion,
deep inside
gloss applied
over rotting deep decay.
Pondering the aftermath
Securely
Wrapped in
Familiar blanket, warm and red
The comfy~cozy nature of the thing
Textured, worn and soft
Soothes the soul of apprehension
Balms incision, post release
Fascinated
I look upon the vessel
Holding intellect and soul
And feel grateful
Illuminated
I look beyond the physical
To spirit, sense of whole
Embrace, fateful
Consecrated
I look to futures, many,
To growth and change and light
Remain faithful
I lay here
thinking
knowing
from this moment
I will be alone
fear does not consume me
neither sadness nor regret
resignation and acceptance
yes
and the knowing
that I enjoyed
perfection
Photo by Kim Nelson
Look upon the pleated, ne’er depleted, green fan palm.
Consider this:
It never gives a thought
To folds or wrinkles,
Dusts of gray.
It always heeds to breezes
Throws it’s arms back
Starts to sway.
I’m thinking we have a lot to learn.
Next?
Ponder the fern…
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