Wanting Execution

Some pictures remain latent
Some jigsaws incomplete
Some ideas, still nascent,
Some dreams, not replete.

Some pathways extend from by-lanes
In the old mind's new furrows.
Buckling in cobblestone pathways
To the edge of a beanstalk
Or the end of a rainbow.

Some wishes pop into the garden
Of a bright day's best face.
Juggled by the harrows
In the rocky field's edifice.

Some actions go a-begging,
Some resolutions, snapped in two.
While alleyways are opened
For fancies, strong-willed and true.

And herein, tossing and turning,
Wizened passions seethe in the turmoil.
Worn and spent and weary,
Send their siblings a-churning.

The molding execution
Under the brunt of persecution
Retains her fancy colors
And mutters a few curses
But no more.
Jerked before the threshold
Whence dust and work
Would dress her down
She folds her arms
In the deep relief and mild chide
Which are the gift
Of ignorance.

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