Veil Of Flowery Incontinence
Veil Of Flowery Incontinence …
Where comes that reach that we all journey
beyond time’s magic hands
inside some pursuing flow outside the mind
away from living called “the present”
forming what is passing as “the past”
inside the veil of flowery incontinence
When we once lay in those barely disturbed pages
writing what was to be written
with reason and ration given by then
following footsteps so carefully lain
bursting with power almost as it was laid, “to be”
carrying us inside that all splayed, forgotten place
With mind a forefront to the future
pressing greedily through that which is now
shading what is now that gift “the present”
reaching beyond what has formed implanted
creating where is now soon to be the past
grabbing wildly for the future
Born to live in the shining sun of life
forming what will in time form our soul
reaching inside that gift given to us
paralleling what has gone before
grieving in 2020 vision for what we have sewn
parlaying good into better, bad into evil
As snows cover over our eyes of intelligence
with rains ever washing away our sight
our withering, ever expanding, ever reaching souls
grasp throughout the gaining period of life
attaining what was ever meant to be
entwining deeply inside the veil of flowery incontinence
So, here I am. Relate to me, please!
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Ahh! I love to travel beyond the veil, but it is not (in my experience) a flowery incontinence, just spiritual. Great piece, Donald. It is mystical and mysterious. Well penned. I enjoyed this very much.
Thank you very much. Phyllis, for your kindest visit and most appreciated remarks. This rolled “tripping ly from the tongue,” from that ethereal place we all abide!
This was an enjoyable read Donald, and the funny thing is the subject closely relates to something I was also working on simply called “Life and Death.” It amazes me how often other writers seem to be lead to write about similar topics at seemingly the same time.
Thank you very much, John. You are so right, in that writers have the same aura surrounding them at times, leading them to similar subjects of thought.