goddesses serpent

gifts of time when you have none
ordered to follow in the footsteps of the workers
during the heat and enduring the wind
donating what you can to the people who need it
eloquent sounds that nature has rehearsed
soft like a portrait of time and place
sitting like a crown on the head of a minister
either the symbols were there or a new one being made
second only to the books that speak of them
supplied therein by the histories that love thinking
ending this past way of thinking is vital
remove from your brain my hesitance for the future
permanent altering of an approach to existing
entry for a place you never knew
nouns to delineate and define won’t apply
this world is a kaleidoscope

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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