AN INTOXICATING FORCAST

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JOURNAL #19

the many colors of my life

are continuously stolen

by those heartless thieves

my dreams

vivid restless visuals

that laughingly dance

away from my tentative touch

leaving me horribly wanting

I am too often deceived

by their amazing zig-zag constitution

in retrospection

reality can be so terribly dull by

comparison

I desire for myself such great

magnificent depth

and defy shallowness of any kind

with all the crude behaviors

that much too quickly follow suit

but long for intense conversations

yet to be had among various individuals

with well groomed, wise and mannered minds

members who excel at the highly coveted

culturally productive levels of society

as such people of depth themselves

seem to be the ones who best see and enjoy

the deeper me

the sometimes aimless wanderer

the avid pupil of worthwhile pursuits

a moored thinker upon a choppy sea of

movers and shakers

a self confessed attempter at poetry

prose's itself very own near embarrassment

the fact that I'm a not so biddable nor

predictable woman

but one who is vital in even her most general

disregard

yet reasonable in her over all outlook

would seem a plus

at least I'd like to think

and quite terribly taken by the self believed

absolutely finest points of life

art

culture

language

history

literature

as well as

communications of all kinds

the much more subtle nuances of honest

open relationships

stand far to the for front in my amateur's

broken metered mind

truth, trust, faithfulness and the realm

of spiritual infinity

unparalleled though

not as nearly in tune with my soul as I

would like to be

as it is

I simply just seek

a far deeper attachment

first to God

then to man

but just as importantly

to myself.........................

(Jan. 18, 1999)








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