Living’s Threadbare Conundrum
never without
we carry our
in progress journal
pages turning
flapping
fraying
while patience longs for
woven covers
story drenched
thread-bare vanishings
of Time's sweet vigil
we fear
like rivers undone by the sea
our tendrils of living
coalesce
separate
clash
re-invent
hidden
deceits rise like genies
through bottle-necked suppressions
duplicity's mist
layers hubris sans humility
while vacuous ether rising
gives nothing to something
tenacious we
with acrobatic balance
our experience straddles the perfect woven
rainbow fabric stretched taut
shrouding Dread's weeping droplets
but regret we will
our childhood
adolescence one
adolescence two
adolescence three
clumsily leaping to
octogenarian futures
living
left frayed
with annoying decay
split fingernails
wispy strands atop the pate
stubble holding yesterday's pureed remnants
next
to where the shreds of
threadbare tenacity settle
or do they ever
settle?
For
perhaps tattered fringes remain alive forever
our cherished philia and Neikos of Empedocles
reminding us that often ending's
are but frayed beginnings
All the more reason to get as much done as we can during that short window of Youth we have.
Ron