Is it love, or vanity that demands
You be faithful while I enjoy a flirt
Can you have my whole heart if
You hold a fraction of my attention
My freedom ringed by an embrace
Love should never be so absolute
As to exclude all other possibility.
Love is possibility, like an embrace
It encircles everything and holds
Firm the heart, held yet free, not to
Explore beyond the embrace but to
Soar in its inevitability, held free,
Held fast, embraced, encircled in
Love, exclusive but free to explore
Can you have my whole heart if
You hold a fraction of my attention
Is it love, or is it vanity holding us
Fast, faithful in love, free to soar
Category Archives: or meant to be
Menacing
There are shadows lurking
Under the bed. I know that
I can find a threat in them
Although the menace isn't
Ingrained in their random
Slow, movements, darkly
Reflected against the light
They are merely shadows
A knotted landscape
Trees are upright, righteous,
Long-lived and interesting,
Rough-barked and aged, yet
They have no memory. It's
Mapped out on the surface
Across their skin. Obvious
To us if we want to explore
And know. Or we can just
Enjoy the beauty of their
Stories, the art, the design
Tradition
What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?
Routines habits and rituals the
Things your family always did
To commemorate, celebrate, or
Honor special times or holidays
Traditions to mark your events.
Do you keep them and hold them
Sacred and dear year after year
Like the star atop the Christmas
Tree or the menorah on a mantle?
Or just a pork roast and potatoes
To show gratitude that it's not a
Turkey on your table. Your mom's
Best recipe or favorite sauce boat.
Things your family always did to
Make an event sparkle in its own
Unique light. Do you keep them?
Do you hold them dear each year
Pass them on like the light from
The Olympic Torch, in a tradition
That will define you as a part of.
The routines, habits, rituals that
Celebrate, and commemorate,
Your traditions and who you are.
I hope they are your centerpiece
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