night, a silent voice eyes fold satin smooth chances and memories walk across thoughts to the other side destiny and legacy hold the cards as impatience opens another door into a large room of what was lost with a small box of what was found
I fell into the remembers today the how and why the places I walked with voices now removed and stories part and full some not real someone calls my name; no one is there trees and paths know me change moves in and replaces trying to recall works hard the memory threads … More ONCE AGAIN
She pressed forward, altering the flow of gravity with radical changes as if peddling backward on life. She fought hard, creating the forward motion of a legacy, determined with destiny. It was a fight against the current; moving under bridges and over mountains. Her emotions were handpicked, fresh from yesterday’s stories. She would say, “I … More DETERMINED
Uneaten thoughts create unexplained spaces of emptiness. As day passes, a portion of destiny is added to a legacy unfinished. The elderly form short choppy sentences as they remember experiences their not sure actually happened. Windows are bedecked with the last holiday; a broken wreath minus a bow. A light shines from … More FROM THE APARTMENT
Thoughts are full of moles searching for words, expanding on stories where nothing is lost. Roots of destiny and legacy are the appetite of moles as they absorb the changes of character from open windows and behind doors. Memory requires extra strength to burrow through, releasing photos of faces and sins packed away. … More MOLES
What do you have that would remain behind to explain the person you were? The books you read or the places visited? What would family and friends say regarding your character, honesty or faithfulness? Is there something you’ve accomplished that would convince them to hold you in high esteem or just a shadow once removed? … More REMEMBERING
Roger Singer 