That Quagmire
♪ Splash ♪ ♪
She fell into THAT
sweet quagmire called hope
where the sunsets flow golden
and morning exudes
a shout of golden joy
brightening the room
stabbing the windows
with slithering beams
opening the curtains
the blinds, the shades
into a brilliance that calls your name
alighting objects and corners
shelves and coves
with wondrous shapes and structure
Wake Up! They say
this is not the motherly solace
of the moon, or distant glitter hello of stars
It is the pure exuberance of life
of growth, of growing of being
of day
yes, day
when the whole world comes to life
to life,
to life!
©james m. frase-white
the evening before 4.20.2024
his 77th Birthday
for that lonely, loving woman seen at the VA Hospital
and us all!
♪ Happy Spring ♪
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