my yellowbells spoke with me today
fresh from a pogrom with the bermuda grass
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This writer is a 45 year old single dad looking for direction after a two decade-long career in computer and management work, sprinkled liberally with a few failed relationships and several moments of satori regarding himself.)
Paintings
We all are artists
painting our dreams
on the canvas
of our lives
too strong and vivid
for the mundane
brilliance of color.
We use different
shades of pain,
mixed with
miniscule droplets
of contentment
and a generous
measure of joy.
Each of us wears their
individual paintings
while gazing
into another's eyes.
It seems
the only way we can see
the wholeness
of our lives
is through
the reflections
in another's gaze.