A fresh start
warms a heart and brings
perspective to all life offers.
A chance to fill
our coffers with the wealth
that fills our very souls.
And so as the year
evolves into the next
mutation, involve yourself
in the celebration; a fresh start.
Brain and braun and a mean streak
a mile long, with hands and a stronger head.
He could have been anything,
but he chose to be a pugilist instead.
A mighty upper-cut has he,
and a jab to keep his foe at bay.
In a way, a choreographer in this
ringed dance. Fighting for his life.
One more concussion and
all discussion of his future will include
warnings of permanancy. It is he
who chooses his fate;
who is to say if it’s not too late?
And the longer that he waits,
the gong will eventually ring his finality.
The banal refusal to concede with words
unheeded, will kill him. Boxing is all he knows;
it is all that thrills him. Life’s battered heavyweight.
In the reel of the pipes
there lives a muse both mythical
and magical. Scots a’fore me,
most celebrated for their wile,
bring mirth to a worn and tired soul.
Any toll life may have visited upon you,
dissipates in the loving tones of kith and kin.
And within the notes played soulfully,
a transformation occurs. Within the heart it stirs
and love is aroused in the pitch and timber.
A prestidigitation in sound, musical and magical.
I’ve returned from more extensive travel to wrap myself in the comfort of a homespun holiday celebration. Happy Christmas to all.