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