Random thoughts, poetry and pictures

Random thoughts, poetry and pictures
A taste of my skewed view of the world.

Monday, April 8, 2024

Hero’s Stories

blossoms flutter on ancient tree,

still capable of bearing fruit


black bird fully formed, takes flight.

some paths more hazardous than others.


select a wrong one, and destination 

grows farther with each wing beat.


each detour, each obstacle, an opportunity. 

the Quest its own reward.


some words old, significance forgotten.

bits added to bits over spans of time


stories imperfectly recalled,

flawed language shaping narratives. 


in the end, defining ourselves by tales told,

pictures hung on kitchen walls.


© 2024


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