Opening of the Present

minutes, hours, days in full flight clouds flee as the grounded ache frittering upon, clutching the by-gone youthful, carefree, tarnishing memories believing this will change the present a palatable, explicit, desperate yearning eyes-in-the-back-of-their-head forward gander picking numbers, hoping, dreaming anticipation of a moneyed destiny believing this will change the present … Continue Reading Opening of the Present

I must see…

I must see another person, as a person, not through my eyes that only see colours, not through my ears that only hears the timber of a voice, not through my experience of how one treats others; but, only through my heart’s desire to be good, be honest, to care, … Continue Reading I must see…

My Substrata is Weakened

bygone cracks lay deep occasionally finding sunlight to be hidden, pasted over with deflections, denial till anew, they reappear ended, they’ll never be but healed, scars, stigma stitched, held by threads of creativity an open heart, and truth, always truth © 2013 by DC Lessoway

Present a Brave Face

gather up all the memories those magical, serendipitous rarefied instances moments stating: “this is who I am” present them to the world unfettered in gratified candor step back, smile and move on © 2013 by DC Lessoway

Aging…

as we age how the outlook changes towards life, loss perhaps learned patience contains the once youthful furor perhaps cycles of at-hand experience frames a pallet mottled with joy, grief perhaps we choose, conscious or no to pause, watch, maybe make sense of the spectacle of the unworldly with a smile of woe, perhaps recollection © 2013 … Continue Reading Aging…