The Rinds
Of recollection.
It’s easy to be breezy
yet behind that fair façade
transcending expression
lies that unplayed card.
Notions like the oceans
and the shifting sands
coloured by emotions
can slip right through my hands.
Myriads of mental pictures
stored and never told
the secret inner sanctum
thoughts there kept on hold.
Deep and dire emotions
thought but not expressed
for fear of misunderstanding
the truth left unaddressed.
Pictures of perfection
imperfections never mentioned
expression checked held in the deck
too difficult to be questioned.
Transcending expression
the dark side put on hold
totems of unsolved history
too complex to be told.
Running ahead of heartaches
trying hard not to think
keeping a cap on discontent
and the missing link.
Dealing with the darker side
the rinds of recollection
written on the inside
armour coated for protection.
Words like birds after the night
rise and fly across the Bay
spread their wings and take flight
into a brand-new day.
Transcending expression
then reaching peace of mind
is easy enough to say
though very hard to find.
©
David Rudder
2023
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