| Broken Tendril Text Armond Kelty |
The wind ripped the tendril from the porch
The one I had been watching,
Afraid to water, to think it might take hold
And I would then need to water daily.
I would rather let time and fate take hold
than to act and show that I care.
You see I don't care for tendrils and
things that need watering.
The tendril hung in the wind, I could see out
my window
I made no move to help
Finally it fell and a bird swooped it up
To give it new life as a nest.
The one I had been watching,
Afraid to water, to think it might take hold
And I would then need to water daily.
I would rather let time and fate take hold
than to act and show that I care.
You see I don't care for tendrils and
things that need watering.
The tendril hung in the wind, I could see out
my window
I made no move to help
Finally it fell and a bird swooped it up
To give it new life as a nest.
The mail blew in with a chill, the door
half opened, half closed.
Letters sealed with angry lips, open
slowly or not at all.
Open when you are strong, open in
the morning,not at night.
Open in the light so the sun can let the
anger out
Postmarks barely visible,places a dim
memory, letters quickly written : no
care, no words, no compromise.
No stamp to save for later.
half opened, half closed.
Letters sealed with angry lips, open
slowly or not at all.
Open when you are strong, open in
the morning,not at night.
Open in the light so the sun can let the
anger out
Postmarks barely visible,places a dim
memory, letters quickly written : no
care, no words, no compromise.
No stamp to save for later.
Doors Half Closed
Poems by Traveler Armond Kelty
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