This poem below was read at the 5th annual Art Trail for an Open Mic Poetry Night Nov 9th:
Hands Patting on one's knee.
Within light and darkness
We are never alone with our shadows that accompany us on our paths.
Walking through the grocery aisles
with a cart that has a mind of its own.
Packages promising Instant Happiness
Candy positioned in aisle #7
on the other side and never looked at before.
Violations at instant check out of 12 or less.
Not prosecuted but accepted without question or defense.
Bagged to supply several days of nutrition.
Be careful of our words
For they are building blocks of thought
Easily toppled or
firmly cemented as the concrete of our lives.
Becoming digested within our minds
to recall at a moment's notice.
Or as Richard Fewell shared:
words gone by are then swooped up by someone else for their use.
Rivers slowing down in our lives
And mirrors serving as a reflected memory of what is going on.