Thinking about the past is a waste of time. Or is it? Can we come to terms with what we need to face? Unique characteristics of human relationships keep life interesting in most circumstances. In my time I have found a song or a poem can be created from most experiences up to a point. Then life changed and I became more influenced and overwhelmed but competent at being in the present moment especially if music is involved.
What if we all die at the same exact moment. No line to get into heaven. You don't have to wait around.
There's no "take a number" lady. No lobby right outside.
You show up in a split second without space or time.
There's no line into heaven -- you'll be one with everything.
Current Fading Muse
It can't become about us or my poor ability to be alone with myself
If I become or have become my own muse I will never be alone.
If I no longer long for myself no matter how sorry I am, I will not abandon myself.
The butterfly of my own heart alights here.
Un - cacoons here. I embrace ideas of the muse of self.
Have you EVER seen a grave stone with such a strange epitaph?
All poetry and photographs the original work of Elizabeth Cable. All Rights Reserved. 2020