blue
the water
flows so gently
I cross on stones
arrived
Elfje #5
Tag Archives: Life
Hug
The table is set,
should I call the rest?
It’s that time again.
Time
to come together, and talk
about the weather, nay
politics, isn’t it rich?
I reminisce.
Times at the table, the sun
shining outside, cascading inside
filtered light, a delight.
Grandparents in the kitchen,
one hovering over a pot,
beans of some kind,
a roast in the oven,
and kids running
back and forth,
such fun.
All didn’t fit at the tiny table,
9 kids in all, with another,
oh, 20 plus or so,
cousins, ourselves,
we did call.
Though we didn’t all fit at the tiny table,
a much larger one
could be found on the patio,
crafted and created by my dear grandfather,
so long ago.
Memories
like this are so rich and full of life,
it’s like I can taste the food,
and feel the conversation,
at times, yes, full of strife;
and, yet love was at the center,
through tons of stormy weather.
Connections like this are rare indeed.
My invitation?
Hug
and love those closest to you,
when you feel the need.
In response to the WDYS #78 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Flush
I strum the guitar,
just as the dream begins, and close
my eyes, and look within.
The sound coming from this instrument
fills me with a knowing
that feels like the best of times akin.
Back and forth, and forth and back,
strumming,
all the while there’s more coming.
Hands slide up and down the neck,
fingers tired,
yet no one remembers,
because the music
Is simply glorious in all it’s radiance.
The vibration shakes my being,
core holding tight
to this very special delight.
Skin prickles, wakes up,
just as the goose bumps begin to flush.
Forevermore
It at times feels so reminiscent,
when scars bear themselves into words;
and we feel as if there tearing open again,
just as the moment that preceded it,
was left on the line drying through time.
And you watch the line,
as the moments wave in the wind,
as you pull everything together, for
one more push towards your center.
Down deep, you stretch into the darkness,
leaving fear behind; and, wondering, if this time,
you’ll have the strength to carry on; and,
in the meantime
you look back at the line, moments there, some,
yes, fair, and some quite contraire. It’s enough,
you know, to face them all, one at a time,
giving them power once more,
while you conjure up the
courage to live
forevermore.
Becoming (2)
On December 3, 2020, I wrote and posted the poem, Becoming, and then about a week ago I wrote another poem, yep, you guessed it, also called Becoming. I’m sure this has happened to you, and it has for me too; yet, this time, I wanted to post the second poem as it is, title and all.
In a way, I think it is perfectly appropriate for this past year. A time of struggle, death, and extreme hardship in so many different ways; and a time of hope, life, and extreme gratitude. I am holding these concepts with you, and the space inbetween, as I present this second poem on becoming.
As I sit and ponder, and also wonder,
and, yes, sometimes feel flustered with
the emotions coming, all the while I know
I’m becoming.
Something different each day, while sitting
in the midst of the presence of the thinking
and never ending feelings.
It’s hard as the tears come,
sometimes it’s a trickle and not a flood. While
at other times, the flood would feel like a respite,
with the tsunami of tears pouring forth.
Sometimes it’s a song, or a quick flash
of a not so distant past. It feels, moves, and
pushes the limits of the pain I think is possible
to bear, and then just when I think subside is in
stride, I break again.
Darkness envelops me, and I bend over
the pain pulling me towards the floor, where
at times I feel like I’ll learn more.
Just lay there and be, and let the emotions
wash over me. One wave and then the next,
they pass through, and time becomes something
extraordinary.
And, yet, my dear, just like you, they stop coming,
all the while there’s still more incoming. I pick myself up,
wash my face, and look at the person staring back
through the picture of my mirrored life forthcoming.
He wears a smile with swollen eyes, face damp
with the salted tears of years of trying. Yet, deep down
he knows, while trying is a piece of the whole, it’s in
the doing where the scattered fragments
become one, as we march towards
our continual becoming.
Elfje #4
purple
the sunset
deep and lovely
creating wonder inside me
heart
Tanka #11
Haiku #17
meadow landscaping
tranquil, as the wind gently
blows, inside you know.
Sprite
It washed up on the shore,
she said
it would one day evermore;
we last were together,
when the sun was still shining down so bright,
and the blight we see now,
wasn’t even a memory,
nor in sight.
So much has changed,
yet it all is really
still the same underneath,
when you take a peek
to see what’s really there,
you’ll find that
it’s the same as before,
only the conditions in the
phenomena have transformed.
There’s still light by day,
and dark when it is night. And, yes,
things still show up on the shore,
when a loved one
last kissed you on the cheek,
and said, wait, I’ll be there
in the morn.
And, indeed, they were,
with a bundle of lights.
Though you’ve always known
the light they carry inside,
is the might of
the everlasting sprite.
In response to the WDYS #77 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Depend
I hear that voice echoing
from the past,
every second, fast, oh,
how long will this last?
When a moment feels like an eternity,
we hold tight,
and try to let go of the fright we feel,
yet at times,
we hold too close to heart,
and it can feel as if we’re falling apart.
Seams coming undone,
once tethered together,
now bursting with imagination and dread
in this very cold weather.
Inside the drama’s milieux,
perspective is hard to find,
as we run after feelings that are a part of another
place and time.
Remember, then,
as thought precedes feeling, and
you know that you are truly dreaming,
watch, listen, and
observe the scene,
instead of entering into it with every
piece of your being.
Perspective can be regained as
we learn more
about ourselves inside the dance, and
begin to master
the waves of our second chance.
One, two, three,
just like that, is how they
are feeling. Come and gone in an instant,
when we slow down and
let go of our resistance.
Be with all that comes your way,
many a wise one
will say. Nay,
love all that comes your way,
because it is part and parcel of the entire play.
Choose wisely then,
my friend, for on your life it doth
depend.
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 