We do not…

We do not explore the woods, anymore. Eyes that could see, once, through to the light of tomorrow, can now barely see the next approaching tree; feet that once ran and leaped, now shuffle and trip over emergent roots, and the close growing green strangles where it used to carress. We do not explore the woods, anymore.

We do not live in the castle, anymore, the air is too rare to risk the climbing. We have packed away faded dreams, maybe princes, and shattered glass slippers and moved down into the darker valley of reality. Castles belong to believers in tomorrow.

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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One Response to We do not…

  1. PennyD says:

    Not for me the woods or castles either. Who wants to argue with mosquitoes and nettles in the woods and drafts and those awful big hairy spiders that seem to love the big ole dark corners of life.

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