Honest armadillo- I'm just a short order, shank happy, beans and rice, kiss and make up kind of guy. And yet, on the wings of words, I feel higher than my limited stature would allow on a given day. In this window of space I am free to be the man I want to be, the man I dream to be or even some version of my real self. It's all good! There was a time when I thought maybe this venue would be a vessel to move toward greatness. Anymore I hope I can move toward grace. Words, in the recess of the mind, spill out like dice on a game board and I'm left to make the next move. If I delay, I forfeit. If I submit, I am ultimately rewarded with at least a feeling of release. Occasionally the result is relief. So I pause and ponder and pontificate. The words meet air and I scramble to gather all and keep them warm and sheltered in sentences. And, with a wisp; nothing, empty--out! "Come again" the sign might read. And I return to my dull existence.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Away with Words!
Honest armadillo- I'm just a short order, shank happy, beans and rice, kiss and make up kind of guy. And yet, on the wings of words, I feel higher than my limited stature would allow on a given day. In this window of space I am free to be the man I want to be, the man I dream to be or even some version of my real self. It's all good! There was a time when I thought maybe this venue would be a vessel to move toward greatness. Anymore I hope I can move toward grace. Words, in the recess of the mind, spill out like dice on a game board and I'm left to make the next move. If I delay, I forfeit. If I submit, I am ultimately rewarded with at least a feeling of release. Occasionally the result is relief. So I pause and ponder and pontificate. The words meet air and I scramble to gather all and keep them warm and sheltered in sentences. And, with a wisp; nothing, empty--out! "Come again" the sign might read. And I return to my dull existence.
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