#7 A Poem For Them

#7

There have been remarkable women in my life as I collided through, tumbling down the hill. At times burning like a forest fire passing over a small village or coming softly and nigh but imperceptibly as a small stream drifting lazily over rock and stone. My search has been endless, my appetite voracious, but my teachers have been wisest. At different times I sought love, truth, passion and friendship, scavenging about me for crumbs of these eternal entities, salivating before beauty like some caged and emaciated animal. I ripped and shred about me all manner of matter, careless, thoughtless, but all the while those few bore me gently onward after my raging fits subsided. Each is so beautiful a thousand pages in a thousand books could not do justice, their keen eyes piercing through like strips of lighting jolting my heart back into rhythm. So many teachings come flooding to me as I continue onward, resolutely defiant to all the chatter that surrounds me, but following those simple and unassuming guideposts that were written in a language that you taught me to read.
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Thank you for reading! Both the photo and poem are originals from me. Photo taken on a 50mm film camera back in Chicago. Just a bit of words on some of the amazing women in my life who without which i would not be around today. Follow for more poetry to come and music, and hopefully a month long road trip to be documented on steemit. Thank you and all the best!