From on the Porch in Paradise

  • January 14, 2019
  • Posted by Dace Whiteley-YCC leader

Do you intend to tell me
this is life?
With glowing green moss
and tendrils swirling gently in?
With growing old
“day after day”
and only so,
because we cannot stay awake
to see, unpunctuated?
Do you intend to tell me
this is life?
With butterflies who slice air softly,
tasting sweetness on the wind
and knowing?
With low down evening
And blue barely there,
seeming shifting
lifting one and gives the other weight.
Night and day –
The same
from far away.
I feel my tameness
sharp against
though fading –
lines denoting the “out” side.
Do you intend to tell me
this is life?
Who blooms in the morning
In the warmth
Amongst necessary decay
From where everything comes
And goes.
Do you intend to tell me
this is life?


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