Almedia Knight Oliver
Oh' What Stories Faces Tell - Poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
We spent last evening in the truth of our situation, with
Tomorrow and more tomorrows hanging overhead, half dreaming,
Spending the other half trying to drive out thoughts, late into the night.
Then daylight cracked like Tinnitus exploding in my ears…burdened was two
Pairs of eyes: half heavy with sleep that caused two minds unease.
The following day we delighted in watching the morning sunlight taking
Over the dark, and yellow flame stimulating energy’s forever flow, and all the
While charting a course to combat anxiety, since mere thought of the infirmary
Was cause for worrying concerns: Forms questioning past and present conditions, and treatments and medications (but muting all condition of last night) and all I needed was to write a song or poems.
More faces wore agonies and pains than grins and smiles…
Before accounting for the weak and the unsteady infirm, I ask myself why the front- desk- person had not read faces of wide- eyed truth; time lines squeezing between
Sleeping or awaken eyes… she would’ve read the man, head dropped, and alone, and
The woman back being rubbed by loving, and caring hands; and still others, probably watching days flashing by, of not doing what they wanted to, or being who they wanted to be, as a result, they waved them goodbye from the porch like forlorn parents waving good bye to their only daughter going off to college...its too late, for past time can’t be relived…only death is left
Don’t despair yet… still there’s time left...so break out of that box you’re in:
It’s alright if you’re not on the stage; being a spectator, and cheering others on
Can be fun…
Too, no need to begrudge what another has; for all things you desire are within…
Be light-hearted or jest. Life is not as complicated as you may think…just go
With the flow…
Be happy, and at ease, and in delight you’ll laugh yourself to sleep.
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