Slipping between the clouds of another day
my thoughts move in colors blended
like thrift shop glass stacked
one upon another upon yet more
we piece through, examining each
looking for the perfect one
knowing somewhere it will be found
when least expected.
I slip into a place of peace
wandering aimlessly down aisles
merely listening to the chatter between
one wall and another
one form asking nothing of importance
then silence falls around me
where no one is there at all,
and I gaze about me
flipping through the pages of a tattered volume
lost in the words of another
and slipping it into my meager pile
happy for an unexpected find yet again.
The sun has slid away beyond the windows
and the air tame after days of wild winds,
clouds stacked like shelves above
and I stand here feeling as if a blanket has found me,
light and soft and perfectly colored
suited to the whimsical mood and emotion,
in this place I close the door gently behind me
with a bag in hand
I move forward to escape to the blue room
where my words will join the rest
sentences stacked upon each
eager for eyes to see
content to just be written.
Frank is the bees knees 🙂 like Dean and Sammy too….my musical tastes run the gamut 🙂 Good morning Sheldon. Always, K
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Hi Sheldon,
Hope you’re doing good….happy Thursday night…watching the Sabres lose….sigh….company leaves tomorrow.back to same old same old…..they’re the best though…sad to see them go😊💕
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I love Frank
I’ve been watching old Don rickles
Lately
Oh well I knew I liked you for a reason
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Escalators are such fun, good morning Sheldon
I’m glad you enjoyed😊 hope all is well, or as well as can be….do be do be doo…..a little Sinatra to start your day😊
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The aisle of life
tripping on the escalator
Shopping in the human mall
As always Sheldon
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