The silvery stars in the midnight sky

And the rippling waves in the ocean below.

Hold on to the flapping wings on a bird in sight

And the gentle flutter of the butterfly.

Hold on to the sound of genuine laughter

And the joy of love we all run after; and

Never let go of things that matter...simply hold on.

For life is not long, nor is beauty everlasting;

But while you’re alive it’s free for the asking,

Hold on to the richness you witness each day.

Treasure it dearly; don’t let it slip away.

Life is beautiful everyday ¾ so

Hold on... simply hold on.

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Life Is Music To My Soul

the rhythm of life

strums me

like

a

stradivarius.

I

step

to

the sound

that frreees me

follow

where motion leads me

to capture

my

soul

at

last.

I’m a butterfly

dancing on a leaf

like a ballerina

tipping

softly ‘round

like a human

carousel.

I

embrace joy

light as a

feather

drifting in air

like song.

I

shun

caution

as

I move

to the groove

that soothes

my soul

and

captures it

at

last

 

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The Wilting Rose

In time gone by

She wore her femininity like the red of the rose.

Remarkable and glowing, it was ostensible.

Her gender was etched in marble, like the

Statue by Michelangelo frozen in time.

Why does she feel so un-witnessed now by

Men no longer pursuing her beauty?

What once she embellished as the essential nature

Of absolute femininity, no longer beams splendorous,

Like the glitter of a star.

She walks slower, her steps more measured,

As she wrestles to make it through each day.

She feels antiquated and inelegant; alienated and rejected;

But she still conjures up her youthful days.

She cannot dismiss from her mind

That once upon a time,

Men, both juvenescent and venerable, adored her for her beauty.

Like a translucent vase filled with wilting, red roses,

Her vibrancy reluctantly shrinks away, from lack of attention

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