It’s a hint but not quite a promise for what’s to come.
A future filled with a unique beauty. Part of the pack yet distinct to its surroundings.
Even the same roots and care cannot guarantee the same outcome.
The mystery of spring encompassed by each, an unlimited number of chances.
But what if one more freeze takes hold under the cover of darkness?
The bloom night not make it. Then again, it might just be more exquisite.
It’s the inherent risk of nature-
No beauty without sacrifice.
I want to show you everything.
Desperately, I want to give you anything.
Whether you believe it or not, you need to know I did everything for love.
Even on the brink of death an angle can show the opportunity for resilience.
I am not sure how it’s still standing.
The wind, the snow, the neighborhood kids have all had their go.
Branches have broken- sometimes the leaves aren’t quite as full but the roots remain untouched.
Just another reason to envy nature.
I am frustrated by myself and with myself.
There seems to be no end in sight as if the sun refuses to set behinds the westward mountains.
Nature will and can only act according to its own decrees.
And yet I will find myself wanting to force change.
To wait, to be patient, to understand is the one risk which cannot guarantee reward.
To act foolishly is to get burnt.
Six word stories with this photograph in Denver as the setting:
Wall discourse sets us all free.
I was not once seen plainly.
To be everything is a trap.
His proposal under the bridge failed.
Only the shadows warm my heart.
Happiness given by uniquely blue letters.
In the window my reflection soared.
Against the wall she loved him.
The sun dried tears of bliss.
Unseen she was still his world.
Why do I pretend the glass is my protective barrier?
Just on the other side lies mystery and what lies behind me?
I want to play in the fog.
I can’t get lost if I don’t know where I am going.
of the mountain.
The storm approaches.
At times the weather,
Mother Nature,
understands you better than you know yourself.
Take solace in that.
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Two standing, one fallen.
Two proud, one now lacking the power to stand tall.
Against the backdrop their position could not be clearer.
Two understand that one day, one day their time will come.
Until then- the two will take advantage of each opportunity, ray of sunshine.
No one wants the final fall to be made in vain.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience
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