marathon
runner-
rounding home
stretch,
close to rest but
no, not
yet-
a few strides,
left..
‘fore
he reclines
into sunshine on
back deck.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
marathon
runner-
rounding home
stretch,
close to rest but
no, not
yet-
a few strides,
left..
‘fore
he reclines
into sunshine on
back deck.
hands in the garden 
The mind runs a marathon; each and every day,
Puzzling through riddles,
And scraps of memories,
Thought lost long ago.
Until the memories are gone and naught remains but to begin anew;
Build some more, and think of glory to come and of halls to feast me when I am gone;
Brother to the ski lady, son of the Hidden King of Russia of Russia, and source of all that is human to know…
More wonderful words shared! Thanks for the time and effort!
Thank you. I just published my intro blog I am pinning to my front page…it still needs tweaking but it came together…all to get a book published, can’t call me a keener, nope…
I’ll take a look!
Didn’t find it, but clicked on another post… “a skull full of dice, and eyes of ice”… wow, what creativity and resonance..