Zenpoet: The Call to Challenge

The Call to Challenge

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I keep the sunshine in my pocket

As I move through places sunless

So bright sighted memories

May be handed to the darkness

Twisters may throw bearings windward

In life's atmospheric flux

Yet Ill-calmly feel cool soil

As earth stitched steadiness holds me true

Could the liquid-state of mind stay steady

If stairs to hope high placement

Crumbled cynically to throw me down ...

Perhaps

If horizons hold eyes balanced

I may hold mind rimmed fluid drips-

From falling ever-lost in blistered winds

Then take sip on focused thoughts

From steadied-level wash on sides inside

Stepping up and onto rises

Into stairwells evermore...

Dripless

Will it matter if my swinging gait stutters ever slightly

Among swaying flower faces...

For my step finds fewer stems

Far and far between

To find some virgin sunshine

To marry as my own

...

Perhaps

If I trust as trust is thrust within

And taking stock as staff to walk

Then I shall make a mark as artists paint

On this canvas spread in my hands to make

Zenpoet