My memory of you – distorted by childish exuberance – distant and disinterested Translated vacant eyes through the lens of my needs child that I

My memory of you – distorted by childish exuberance – distant and disinterested Translated vacant eyes through the lens of my needs child that I
Said his name was Orion, “light of Heaven” – starry-eyed, I succumbed godlike presence, I believed, could walk on water – but his light fast
Laughter, like sunshine, cleared the air, painted our hearts verdant love renewed. (A haiku borrow from Twitter. Visit me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
I know what infinity means: it’s one hundred plus one. Voice of innocence serene her sense of self of life’s complexities. Should borrow from her,
Midnight, the water running between us, frigid the air – despondent the heart whose selfish outburst destroyed the bridge to your love. (Twitter poems @Vjknutson)
Idleness fills his hours as if time knows no limits I devour moments, afraid tomorrow will forget me we see-saw between treacherous righteousness and fusty
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Fairy Tales, Micropoems, and Images by Peter Ellis
Focusing on the beauty. Zooming in on love.
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"Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off." Prov. 23:18
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
Never placed, but who’s counting?
Verse from an adverse mind.