I’m going to start this post off with a haiku I wrote, then a poem/prose and that’s it for a while. It has been a while already. Nfs is an art term for a work that is not for sale.
Across the field, deer
laid down at night in the snow
It is what they know
nfs
by Keith Thomas
There will always be more questions than answers. Always.
Where’s the profit in holding a child's warm hand on a seasonal day, or for a heart in love
or in teaching an appreciation of right from wrong,
and childhood gone?
How about Love's first kiss or a partner’s smile?
Is there value added to the cost of these?
Company or companions in choosing for life’s journey and someone
who will go the distance through the ‘more to come’ story of hard times, sharing the glad times,
and knowing when to stand behind or beside during grief time.
Do you have names? What are they worth? Who will you call? What's their offer?
When it’s time to go
who would sell the memories
no one else can have?
When it's time to go
who will come to the table
who will carry on?
What will their profit be when it’s time
Or…is it just the time of ground
and promises
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