Because Life Goes On

Sun glints through silken threads which designate
no-fly zones. Cottonwood fluff congregates

spinning while poised on the edge of a knife
razor-sharp I go hurtling through life

a plastic bag dances through the breeze. Trees
breathe me. Off to work, neighbor’s too busy
to pick up junk. Mourning dove five-note cries
a year ago at just this time Mom dies

I must peer into the darkest places
give audience to my worst disgraces

build toy spaceships with my grandson, create
elaborate adventures, celebrate

Inspired by: Junk, Toys and Audience.

Featured image: a large tub full of building blocks and two vivid imaginations make for a lovely day. My mom would have enjoyed every second of it.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

2 thoughts on “Because Life Goes On”

  1. This was fun, Victoria. We had a young man at the house a few weeks ago to do some plumbing repairs. After the bill was settled, he started talking about visiting Lego Land here in Florida, and the kits he bought there–complete with manual with directions for building. My kids still have their old Legos. No directions needed–imagination only!

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