Sure I have a Fandangle.
I have many of those ornamental things.
Perhaps they keep me grounded or make me slip beneath my feet.
I look at treasures and swap them into memories of days so long ago.
Crisp visions from a time when the difference didn’t know.
Change upon horizon scattered my brain so much.
Now I live with squandered memories and human loss of touch.
Branches break to reveal a new light.
A question ponders me through this night.
Will new branches sway into the breeze?
Or will 2020 win and bring me to my knees?
My goals are complete as new buttons sewn on coats to keep me warm.
Dash away from the wonder at the reason why I was born.
Level all the fields to daisies in the night.
Remember to embrace when the balance is brought to right.
Level all the fields to daisies in the night.
Remember to embrace when the balance is brought to right…….Your words come from beyond your heart, they are form the deep well of your soul.
Larry, thank you my friend. Yes, this poem came from the depth of my soul.
Beautiful Cindy! There is much hope! Happy Easter Sunday and thank you for this poetry! I love the title!
Paula, Happy Easter to you as well! Thank you my friend for your kindness!
Great poetry as per your usual, Cindy. Stay safe and well.
Joel, thank you my friend! Happy Easter to you and your family. Stay safe and well.
Yes embrace the past and revel in memories that you might live them once again. For the discoveries of old again appear new when resurrected in lost times. Very nice work
Thank you Johnny. Yes, I revel in memories more than reality. The soft & gentle times long past are where I choose to live.