Friday, August 8, 2014

Leave Them


Mr. Past is calling,
inviting you to move into
your old, comfortable neighborhood,
where predictability trumps hope.

Comparison wants you
to not only do the math,
but also to invest your energy
in Anger's gaping maw.

Assumption spins tales
in which you are always the hero,
constantly barraged by
the jealousy of bit-part actors.

Grace whispers and sings
her simple, haunting melody,
daring you to leave them all behind,
and begin the adventure of today.


© 2014 Todd Jenkins

2 comments:

  1. This poem is just plain old good--or as Sheriff Andy Taylor would say, "goo-ood".
    Photo is extreme contrast of textures, especially the apparently new bolts holding the hardware suspending the old metal door. Where was this made?

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    1. Thank you. The photo is from downtown Seattle, and appears to be a decorative relic from a warehouse that's been restored and re-purposed.

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