I may live in the past,
between the pages and pressed daisies,
but the ink is clearer here.
You would have me pluck out my eye,
should it suit your need or whim.
But, blindness is blessed within
the faded cloth covers,
and the crack of a broken spine.
I'll find compassion by
wrapping myself in organic textures,
and breathing the ripened scents,
of decaying pages.
How clear it is in the past!,
I read and I dog-ear.
And scribble in the margins,
that I live for this.
| Powerful message. And how interesting and empowering that we can record & transfix our past & be able to visit again through ink & thought. Thanks for sharing.||| Posted on 2013-02-14 00:00:00 | by CrypticBard | [ Reply to This ] || Ha! This is subtly philosophical, and a wise read tinged with a little humor. The past is a safe place, and no harm can come to us for visiting there, although regret for past mistakes is an unfortunate cost of visiting there. The future is a little scarier, as it is the place of the unknown, of things both good and bad.|
Nice conteplative write, and welcome to Elite!
|| Posted on 2011-04-16 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] |