ameneurosis- n. the half-forlorn, half-escapist ache of a train whistle calling in the distance at night.
Ashland Woods Morning
Friday, January 13, 2012
Crippled from Kindness
good vibes
a smile says it all
vibration of laughter
moody inner quality
display of amusement
an expression of mirth
worth the moments we share
comfort for the loneliness
within a hollowness
found in all souls
precious gifts of kindness
a familiar comfort
brings human things
brings personal truths
to make full of that emptiness
remembering our youth
the many lives of our lifetime
the strangers we've been
to the cities and towns
places in our minds
remembering who we were
crowded & ghostly
streets & alley ways
old haunts where people meet
where the spirits linger
where everybody knows your name
now it's new friends to make
to listen to and share
things we find that are true
I love true things
not so much the fun of opinion
it's the truth I love
like what Steinbeck describes
of Doc in Cannery Row
I see him in people I know
his characters are real
and I can understand the relation
I am thankful
to the friends I do receive
bestowed upon by fate
the same feeling I get
when I hear a good song
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