A life in brief;
White paper, black ink
Highlights, degrees, awards and stats;
Job descriptions, lauds and facts.
A single page, a bulleted sheaf
A static pencil sketch, barely
Scratching the surface of
the finished canvas masterpiece.
Between the lines of ink-jet words,
Unspoken joys and sorrows;
Peppered like seed pods,
Broad-scattered by shifting winds.
E’en, careful-tended gardens sometimes weep
As loss and grief crop up like weeds,
Amidst the brilliant blooms and flow’ring fruit:
Perennials – promised hopes of coming days.
Sundial shadows cast
and cast again, each day,
The oft-unnoticed passage ‘cross
time’s relentless arc.
A single page, a single life? Perhaps…
But, ‘neath the time-worn talking points,
an uncloaked life, laid bare, for all
to grasp the un-penned,
Written in response ti the Trifecta Challenge prompt: GRASP (verb), 3rd Definition:
3: to lay hold of with the mind : comprehend