Face of thought

A stream of consciousness piece….

Steady as she goes
as feet sit perched above the silent water,
back and forth toes wave as eyes gaze
wondering what lies below.
Monsters of our history seen
in ripples moving in and out,
we touch a toe to mar the scene
as the face of thought disappears
into the blackest darkness of depth.
Do you remember
when we wore our height like superheroes,
striding elegantly with not so long legs
carrying us into the crowds that occupy space
we longed to call our own,
leaning against the wall with a cigarette,
too cool to be a fool
but behind buildings we strode to the waiting woods,
where the firelight held that beckoning glow
to follow where the night would lead.
We move our legs back and forth,
talking about the things we will do
when we grow old and wear cool clothes
and our faces will sport the colors
of the older girls we admired,
now wrinkles grace the space
where smooth youth waited impatiently
and we walk in waves and remember
just what it was like
when we were 13 and the world was such a small place,
now untethered we flow into the days
waiting to find that moment once more
when monsters could be banished
and sirens never broke the silence,
where the wildflowers grew beside that pond
and there was us,
you and I sitting quietly wondering
dreaming the day away,
as the hearse pulled away.

Just let the mind flow to where it felt like…..now off to watch the rain fall into the too full pool and enjoy the rest of the day πŸ™‚ peace and blessings, K

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34 thoughts on “Face of thought

  1. ha, I try πŸ™‚ hope your fourth is going well πŸ™‚ I only have 236 more emails to go from the original 570+ ha….yep, crazy like a loon πŸ™‚

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  2. I have missed my time here dearest Kim.. And nothing beats idling our time as we allow our minds to drift into those realms of dreams and bygone days of youth, beautiful read.. πŸ™‚ ❀

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  3. when we were young, the future could not come fast enough, then we realize, that as we grow old, the good fortune of those trouble free days, when we could not grow up soon enough, great set of words, catches the moment, blessings

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  4. So nostalgic… those days in the sun, sitting on a gatepost together, making eyes at the boys, dreaming of the future, yet never expecting it to arrive, until suddenly everything has changed.
    A magical poem….

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