Image by Ngaio New Zealand 2010
UNFOLDING
Sometime we look at a life
We see it, engage it, thrive
We hardly recognize it is
Unfolding.
It cannot be complete
Still being shaped
Bending out from within
Unfolding.
While others may think they see
Some realize they do not
Things which were once sure
Unfolding.
Starkly etched within my brain
A plan which does not exist
A kind of endless loop of change
Unfolding.
My consistency is aging
Lines and sagging to my frame
Vibrant chorus of operettic delight
Unfolding.
Always turning the face to the sun
Darkness abounds yet light surrounds
Spindles of leaves around a huge heart
Unfolding.
My season has come
Wistfully I am lifted
Shaped finally, then dying, yet the heart still finds use
I am done, I am unfolded.

Image by Pudelek Silesia 2011
Copyright 2011 by SheilaTGTG55


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Comments
My consistency is aging
Lines and sagging to my frame
Girl, these are war wounds.. and you know what I would rather not be consistent.. makes us kind of boring.. which you most certainly not. Life unfolds every day.
HUGGGGGGGG
Lovely poem. Well done.
-r-
Linda: You are an inspiration, life does unfold everyday.
Kate: Thank you, I am so glad you stopped by. You write wonderful poetry. Thanks for your encouragement.
Dr. Spudman: I had hoped the repetition would not sound too weird. Glad to hear you heard it as I intended, and I think it would make a good song too.
dunniteowl: Thanks for visiting, glad you felt this work hit so many marks. Thanks for reading!
Algis: Thanks! Looking forward to the flowers and the continued inspiration from your wonderful works!
Lea: Thank you for stopping by, glad you felt something from this work. We are in full bloom.
:-) / R
i am here to tell you that 60 feels very much like 59....
r.
Buffy: Right! Thanks for stopping by!
I can tell you are a wise woman who has *listened* in this world.