There Was A Time

by Ron Reed

There was a time
when sweeping the autumn blanket
into piles while breathing crisp air
was enough
the assurance of normal and tomorrow
ending with a warm fire
and hot cider

This season is gray…cold
and uninviting
there is an inexplicable void
where memory and presence
collide
where sensory perception
and illusion grow from the fog

This separate reality
then and now intersecting
then and now… questioning
a rib pulled to create something new
a breath given to extend life
a life taken to make a point
a point as sharp as pain

Every moment is a memory
every memory a test
time sands the edges smooth
and perception is moulded
into palpable stories
the ending suits the raconteur
and yet… there was a time

For MLR…

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Neil

very nice Ron
http://www.facebook.com/sweepyjean Sweepy Jean

Beautiful, Ron. The more we experience, the more the past informs the present.
DangerousLinda

Dear Ron,

My mind is officially blown.

Captures the chill and vigor of nostalgia for the future…and something else… security? comfort?

Thank you for all that you are!
- Ron
  
  Linda – Thank you so much for reading and your wonderful observation/comment. Time and purpose are so important for all of us. We need to take advantage of them and appreciate them all the same. Thank you again.