Time For Adjustment
Sometimes a work of art
Is, “on the way”
We are inspired
Sometimes we know not, by what
It seems like a forest spirit
Hiding behind the trees
We get a glimpse
It disappears
There is an air of expectation
Like the first “feel” of fall
A change in the air
The mornings a little cooler
Leaves cover the ground
We do all that we can
All that we know how to do
It is time for adjustment
This can take five minutes
….to a lifetime
August 16, 2018
The Tin Man Seeks a New Heart
Like the Fool
I take the first step
On the yellow brick road
In search of happiness
I am the Tin Man
My heart is broken
And lost from me
I seek another
My breaths are deep
In my empty chest
Can I love another
Without a heart
Which is better
To have given love freely
Or to have received love so
I study the questions as I rust
During my journey
I will be given many hearts
Unfortunately…
I have an idea about the heart I seek
I will not recognize the heart given to me
August 22, 2018
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