Consecutive steps toward the threshold
Yet 10 miles from the desired goal.
Am I too fast or
Is life too slow?
Reaching pinnacles ironically by hillsides
Rather than conquering skyscrapers
Seems grand in general accomplishment.
Seedlings that gradually blossom
Face tailwinds uncharted through the storms
Dividing the great and the greater.
So what is to brightly manifest and
What shall keep camoflagued near stones?
Can a subtle stare be a driving notion?
Rally bulls with the kick of a hoof, the puff of a snarl,
Attract snakes in midst of a hiss, the slither of disguise.
Joyous is the motivator, actions backboning liberty;
Verbal cues are the backdrop of a lost battle cry
Once known to the shotgun's blast,
Once known to the General's demand.
Colorful trek to masterpiece,
But 10 brushstrokes until completion.
Is inspiration too fast
Or is contour too slow?
Those one-sided infatuations:
Are they of physical fancy, extreme obsessiveness,
Or is this longing breathing on mutual trust?
Turtle inside emotionless shell: difficulty
To interpret unfamiliar displays.
He is unlearnt of such romance,
Too shy for contact with a harmonious red robin's song.
Even stanzas of wisdom must end,
But 10 words away.
Is learning too fast
Or is teaching too slow?