An introduction

Poem just posted for Amy's writing prompt on Facebook. Long time since I spit out words of such emotion. May seem simple, but that's me.

A beginning

Times 38

 

Pebbles beneath my feet

Western shores seep into my tedious sunshine tipped toes

Blades of carpeted evergreen

Cradle my fiery pale exterior

I drink in the luscious candor of the day

 

Recounting

Callous moments

Distrusted faith

In myself

In judgments

Handed down in the whistle of my amber grained youth

The shallow bordered decades spent swallowing my pride

For others

Destined to keep me in a corrugated khaki box

With a label

Or two

Scratched out in black

Re-written at their convenience

Pushed, kicked, packed and shipped away

 

Returned

14, 10, 7, 4, does of independence

In capsules of suggested solutions

Revolutions

Spinning like a carousel

Sunsets, daylights, twilights, choices

Words erased

Yet remembered

Never to address

Packed away in a Hello Kitty box

 

Waves crash

High tide falling painfully on jagged shores

Once demolished

Now restored

Amnesty in the low tides

Gently shifting

Settled, calm, peaceful

Scenic sense of security

 

The rearview

An afterthought

 

Author's Note

Been a while since I've fed off the roots of the original WC crew. Feels good to be back. An old familiar place where I'm always welcome.