I don’t mind being silly
as long as I’m laughing too.
I don’t mind getting old
as long as I keep being young.
I don’t mind even dying
as long as I keep going on
feeling that I’m still living
as I move through the dimensions
of death’s revolving door.
(October 21, 2020-
Shelley Wilson)
Dotted Rocks…
An avalanche
of dotted rocks
swiftly descends
from passing trends
to bury some
artists alive.
Their dotty ghosts
are sometimes seen
painting great art
that might have been.
I laugh and sigh
in knowing why
they fell beneath
such passing trends.
Shall I now paint
this rock I hold
and strive to turn
rock into gold?
(18/10/2020-
Shelley Wilson)
Autumn is falling…
the leaves and the cones,
the nuts and the keys,
the berries of bushes,
the fruit of the trees,
hopes of the future
held in small seeds
of flowers and weeds
falling to earth,
awaiting new birth…
Autumn is falling…
falling into deep sleep.
(October 16, 2020-
Shelley Wilson)
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