Blades of grass splinter,
A raven flies overhead.
Not separate. One.
I reflect upon the scene,
Pulled forward by that knowing.
Monthly Archives: February 2021
Shy
They always called me
shy, and
I always wondered
why?
Time spent at home
was such a treat,
I never really
gave it much thought, or
attentions’ discrete.
I simply, waved goodbye
and merely moved on.
Upon reflection,
however,
it’s clear
that
I
Was simply tired
from all their stares,
and
comparative airs.
All the while
I was living
without
a
Measure,
except
the
knowledge of your
pleasurable existence.
And, my love
and devotion
to a time
of promotion,
and single-minded
attention, which
for sure,
did
not come until
much later.
For the platitudes
of life do
easily
carry us away
though we
never
intend to stray;
it happens at times.
And when we
notice?
We can find our
way back
to that
which
was never gone,
only ever
momentarily passed on.
And, yes,
it’s quite intentional
even when
it feels
like
it’s not, and
we’ve been begotten.
Don’t be downtrodden,
for you are
part of the
light,
which always burns bright
even when,
maybe, especially
when,
you lead a shy life.
Haiku #6
Vast sand dunes at sea,
Such a juxtaposition.
Underneath? The same.
Hope
Grey
The Bars
Darkness all-consuming,
Yet light creeps through
Hope
In response to the WDYS #67 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Pain
Comes
In many forms, and
Begins
When you are born,
To this world
Of misery,
And jubilation, yes,
They do coexist,
And are stable
A match made in
Heaven, they say
Though it’s quite
Possible, some are
Astray, lost beyond the
Dunes of hope
Yet,
They too
Will find their way
Back to a joyous heart
Before they
Depart this plane
And watch the pain
Melt away
Know though,
You may stay
On this plane, and
Find a release
From your birthright
Of pain
And, yes,
It does
Take days to
Conceive of the
Proper place
To set down
Your burden
Yet,
Also know
There are places
Found for such excursions
Within
So, take the
Time needed, and
Dive deep toward
Your center
Where your pain is
Like a lost treasure,
Residing, and,
Maybe too, hiding,
Awaiting an
Uncovering
A freeing
Among the rest, so
Don’t be beset,
Go into your pain,
And let it rain
Until
The day
Comes to say
All is as it should be,
And wave goodbye
to it all
Letting go,
Of the pain
You’ve been carrying
With forestalled
Anticipation, and
Clever precipitation,
Be as it may,
Your pain, my dear, will
Eventually go away
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