A Life Poem by jim hogg

It begins like a spring begins.
and it flows, runs, cuts and weaves,
to never end until we do, and we surf,
we sail, we tumble and we babble,
creators and created, leading and led
between uncertain traces and lessons:
all our banked up moments
behind the leading edge of us.

Some dribble little compromises,
some are a storm of contradictions,
of lost illusions, or cataract
of deceptions. He began
without hints, a dandy, and became
a ferocious torrent damned, while King
was carving out a canyon and
"murdered for a dream."

It takes blood and patience and heart
to burst through walls, to flatten laws
calmly, to calmly wash away
the mighty river of many mindless wills,
to roll on cannily,
merging countless streams,
and bind incipient dreams
not imprisoned by time.

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Quote from "Between The Notes"