A child's muse

Like a child's toy
brings joy, amusement, comfort...

we play our blues

reflections perhaps
of precious moments we learn to fly

an instant replay of something good

or bad happening that day

role play

ideas lost and found

intentions raised, in mind
though, not yet followed through

things the universe has cast our way
in the ocean of things to do...

of things missed or dissed

of circumstantial currents set into motion

emotions triggered from cues
real or imagined

some, with a flourish
of spontaneous chatter
and witty comebacks  

others
lost at the moment of impact

smoldering in the ashes
written off

or abandoned in place
without even favorable mention

unspoken 

a chain of events lost or broken

we enter a void...
(The proverbial Blues)

a place where
we get... put in a spotlight
ready or not

Alone...

we may or may not be
able to fathom

So we get annoyed

frustrated... We storm
hurl insults and profane expletives
with thunderous angry, anguished cries  

distracted
uncaring, if we live or die...

trying to shake the demon off our back
...or being consumed by rage
 
of the demon inside

When, on the outside
...the struggle continues

The magic never gets old...
just wiser

in remembrance
of how easy it is
with the blues
chasing our dreams

 as the meanings gleam
like the tears in a child's eyes

wondering.

Where love grows

And how will it find its way back

when its not at all clear
where it has gone

when hard times come

and all our heroes
seem to be losing
faith in the dream...

but always seem
to find their way back to us,
when most needed.

And the seeds of the next come to us...
just as nature intends for us to see.

Like seasons change
and prayers answered

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