As promised, from the vintage year of 2011, here lies one of the four or five poems I stumbled across while cleaning my office and desk. I like knowing I wrote things that can be fresh to me years later…
Courage rears its horns – Virile. Power-laden.
. Locomotive wrenching through a fertile forest
. Lion – full stride. Sleek. Focused. Salivating.
. Heart – pumping rhythms stuffed with passion and hope.
Courage bows out of its moment –
. White-faced. Drained by internal fears,
. Life-waning moments of indecision.
. Rabbit – skittering hopelessly on a highway.
. Gentle compassion no match for the strain.
. Soul – in transition from hope to despair,
Floundering from the thought “I must decide.”
. Steps forward in lavender-fog snapshots of the heart and
. Wills itself…