Saturday, November 28, 2015

The Majestic View

My window looks out on salt water,
For miles between the Olympics and Cascades.
Yet it’s this corner upstairs, where I witness,
All life’s beauty and when it fades.

I see a hundred years of history,
In saw marks powered by Penn Cove tides…
The loss of hero poets, cold weather,
Deaths of pets, loves time divides.

There’s a war brewing deep inside me…
Peruse past photos or the window’s view?
I’m prone to celebrate the past,
Hope screams, “Embrace the new”!

Mortality's nipping at my heels.
I’m walking a tightrope on life’s cusp,
In this corner of my upstairs’ room,
Looking for oil while starting to rust.

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