some early memories are gardens of delight
others are not so serene like getting into a fight
making Revelle car models like Ed Roth’s SuperFink
was a favorite hobby because I didn’t have to think
I raced on narrow red skateboards with metal wheels
while dreaming of someday having my own automobiles
my imagination was unfettered with too many facts
spending my time playing with all kinds of knick-knacks
countless hours were spent imitating TV heroes
in plots with pals featuring dramatic death throes
my memories of those early days
of childish beliefs and pretend plays
are still companions in my old age
and are still a pleasure to engage
keeping up with 21st century technology
isn’t easy for a retiree like me
I’m in awe of the computer community
and their popularity
but I’m doomed to be a forever trainee
and not a true devotee
I say this unapologetically
it’s who I happen to be
technology does makes me happy
to a certain degree
making life less of a mystery
as the internet sets me free
with a world class library
She opened her eyes and pushed away the darkness of eternity. Not yet ready to submit to that unknown journey. She embraced her life for one more day.
Happy memories gave her strength to ignore her dying body. Her pale eyes still reflected determination and an active imagination.
Her fierce soul fought to stay one more day. She would not let her life slip away silently like it never happened.
Grasping for each hour like a sinking swimmer she held on until the next dawn when her soul let go leading her towards a bright glow and an eternal rainbow.
100 words –
Growing up is a paradox. A mystery to me.
An oddity with its inconsistency, because aging is both a gift and a curse.
Innocence and youth combine in exploration through a vivid imagination. No restraints on the confines of reality. No door closed. No thought unthinkable.
As age settles in, our experiences in the real world become mundane, as we learn that too much imagination may lead to people thinking we’re insane.
Doors once open to the mind, disappear in the daily grind. Bogged down by hard science and reality. Lost in logic and banality. Unoriginality is the final casualty.