Visitor's Guide Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

Visitor's Guide



A key in one hand
A book in the other
The torch I carried in
Now firmly planted
Sheds light
on them

The Book is getting heavier
Each passing stroke
Makes it harder
To hold onto
And as I wonder
If I can hold onto it
A pedestal
Appears before me
A place to rest my book
On and Alter strong enough
To Hold it up
And in it's place
Before me
Sits a Keyboard

I see you have a mighty pen!
A voice observes

Yes
I answer
It lets me write with light
And when I am Good at it
It helps me bring those things to life

What things?

The things I want to keep
The things I found along the way
The things that I'm still looking for
The things that have helped me make my way
The things that helped me find the Good in it

In what?

In Life
In the Living of it
In the suffering it took
To learn what I would
Treasure
That
I Value Most
And in the
Pleasure
Of learning
How to Make it Work

So you want to write another
How to book?
Snickers yet another voice

I have a challenger

Yes
I answer
I guess that's what this is
Another How to book
A kind of Visitors
Guide
To making the most
Out of being Human for a while

So what are you going to call it this time?
teases the challenger
'A Fairy Guide to Living Well while Being Human'
Or something Lame Like that
Sneers the apposing voice
As it drips it's poison Into battles past

I smile
at it
and it begins to back away
And before it turns to leave
It bows to me
And says
Well you can keep it

And I answer it
I Will

It seems you have a Title for the Book
The observer notes
somewhere on the corner of a page

It seems I still Have
Yet another one
To Consider
Before

Before What?
Still another voice chimes in
It sounds kinder
Than the Challenger
Though just as Intimidating
It demands an Answer

Before.....
I have to think on this a moment
Before I can begin......
Begin to really understand it

Understand What?

That what I really want is to Write the best of myself into being so that the next time that I visit I won't have to spend as much time tripping over the things that didn't work the next time round.

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Lynn Anne Brown

Lynn Anne Brown

Toronto, Ontario, Canada
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