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Originally posted on MatthewRichardsPhotography:
Here’s a shot of the Veterans Memorial Bridge as seen at night from Portland.
Busy time of year… harvesting from the gardens, canning, freezing, waterproofing one cabin, winterizing two cabins, stacking firewood. Hope to be back to writing poetry soon. All I have time for now is to edit and post short stories I wrote over the past many months. You can see them by clicking on Steve Hall’s Tidbits below the header, or visiting stevehallstidbits.wordpress.com
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In other words…
We have traveled many roads together
a roadmap of our design tracing earth’s curves
as I trace hers with my touch
along the way picking up parcels of life…
reminders of where we have been, things we have done
and as I reflect
I recall mountains climbed and colors seen
our life taking on the wondrous landscape
With every touch she brings me further back to life
and like the great oak I find
my love for her anchors more deeply…
we are one…
time apart passes like cold molasses through an hour glass as
anticipation grows for our reunion
rituals we have made
sharing ourselves and our time
port shared mouth to mouth, sleeping skin to skin…
she is now a part of me
her voice, her presence, her touch
as thoughts of her turn to smiles
and I realize my dreams are a reflection of my life
a life made better.
My cup of life always full
warmth, happiness, comfort, pleasure, love
my life now complete
a long road traveled with many stops along the way
we have walked many miles together
and when we can walk no more
we will sit, and marvel at all we have done…
the autumn of our lives
rich with color.
I wake to see
a peaceful face
surrounded by comforters
in a heavy sleep
and I am happy.
and I am still watching;
and like the morning sunrise
her peacefulness spreads to me
and brings me warmth.
As if a master’s painting
I cannot look away
and smile as I take in
the beauty of her face…
and this picture fills with life.
I relish in the thought
that I will be with her this day;
an angel watches over me.
As the day draws to a close
remembering all we have done
I smile again,
and think, what a lucky man
who this woman would have.
So many meanings does this have
of people’s color, of right and wrong…
so set are we, we cannot see
past the surface of things
missing so much
Rose colored glasses add only illusion
a disguise for how we perceive
as we fool only ourselves;
cast in concrete our beliefs
all that could be escapes us
Easels offer what could be…
a sample of what is
if we would only acknowledge
there is more than status quo
a rainbow awaits us.