Exited

Conclusions
Drawing them
An art that sure don’t care
An intellect? An artist?
Mess-maker? Long-jumper?
Languish in the mire, undecided

Conclusions
Feeling them
Hold an evanescent breath
Continue to stand and applaud
Hoping to prompt an encore
From a stage that’s gone dark

Clear

Sugar, speak

Speak aloud to the ghosts
On this journey, with you from an infant thing

You know they know you
They’ll believe you

Have no fear
For it’s rest you’ll find
There
In them

And laughter, then silence
Finally

Look for me
Here
Speak

Bring us back to life

Baldpate

Here we sit excitedly
Free cookies!
Average age of “we’ll-never-tell”
Scratching our thinning crowns
Picking crumbs out of our aged cleavage
Just happy to be together, talking too loud
For our hearing is aided, these days
History and legacy
Is key

Expectant

…and reflections, tending to reveal truths
Could scare the daylights out of you at times
Or, cause you to walk away angry, and in denial
Today, though, a blessing
I saw myself in the mirrors of another, and fell
Now, on my knees, expectant
With blessings, indeed

Original Thought Credit: “And Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, Oh that thou wouldest bless me indeed….” 1 Chronicles 4:10