memories forged of
another place and time, we
sit and ponder this
Haiku #23
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Elfje #4
purple
the sunset
deep and lovely
creating wonder inside me
heart
Gift
Sitting, I ponder the nature of our
existence. Quiet mind, not a noise found
anywhere, silent, stillness, and so much
brilliance.
It fills my entire being with joy, of such
immenseness, at times it’s hard to actually
say more than this.
And, the more I learn, in fact, it seems
it’s in the saying less where we find out
what’s best.
It feels like it’s taken me an eternity to learn
this truth. Yet, it’s really only been one moment
since I was just a youth.
Time is funny that way, wouldn’t you say?
Long and drawn out in times of great stress,
or when we are simply unsure how to handle
life’s continuous tests.
And,
Short and awfully quick, in times when we
are in a hurry, rushing from here to there,
without even giving the scenery a second stare.
There is a third way, however, to see and experience,
all that surrounds you. It’s seen when we slow down,
and are present to each moment,
caring for them as if they were the only gift
that could possibly prevent our descent.
Darkness, Lightness, Symbiosis
Darkness
Worn like a cloak
On a brocade
Of silence
Memories are translucent, and
Fibers of my being
Are hard, at times,
To piece together.
They fit in a splash
Of overlap, one
Scene runs
Into the
Next,
And, I’m often quite
Transfixed,
By the pictures I see,
So much so,
I wonder
If they
Are
Even really me.
Lightness
And, as the shadow
Lifts, light begins
To creep in,
Not all at once, no
Slowly, one measure
At a time.
The light must be
Careful, not to
Scare too
Much
Fright
Into the unsuspected.
Those who are not
Used to its fullness,
Stillness, and yes also
Goodness.
Yet, it does invade,
And pervade the senses,
Bringing with it, a new dawn,
With all of its new drawn-
Out histories, yet to be
Lived, and then, yes, eventually,
Told.
The question, so bold?
Why the darkness and
The lightness? What’s the
Story of this symbiotic
Relationship,
Which manifests in
So many different ways
When at play, during the
Day, and, yes, even when
We are hiding in the shadows
Of its fullest measure.
Our pleasure unrecognized, not
Fully brought to its light.
Symbiosis
In the end, dark and light
Are a pair of opposites,
Just like the rest of
The world.
While we get carried
Away in a whirl-winded
Exploration of why;
Why not try to simply
Accept the reality that is.
Lightness exists,
As does darkness, and,
Paradoxically,
And, oh so commonly,
You can be in the light,
While in the dark, just
As you can be in the dark,
While in the light.
It works that way, all
Throughout our days
Until we are finally carried
away.
Instead of a diary entry this week, I am choosing to share this three-part poem with you. I wrote this a few weeks ago just before traveling to the coast. At that time, it occurred to me to write a poem about three concepts, darkness, lightness, and symbiosis. Yet as I wrote the poem, they felt like three distinct parts of an overall unified whole, so I structured them and am sharing them just as they occurred to me. Fun.
Have a lovely week, everyone.
Porch
I sit here, and
Reminisce
About all the things
I miss(ed),
They played in
The yard, right there,
Oh, those times were so
Very hard, dear,
As we dreamt of
New possibilities,
While we held hands,
Together,
Unknown then
To us both, were all
The future liabilities
As we dangled our feet
Off the edge,
And listen with rapt
Attention, to their stead-
Fast resolve
And wonder, oh, they
So loved each other,
Brothers until they end,
And, of course,
Also the dearest of
Friends,
And companions
Through every type
Of weather, stormy
Or clear, they always
Held each other dear
And close to heart,
Until they did depart
On that fateful day,
In the month of May
When we last sat
On the porch,
Dreaming of times
When life was simpler,
Though the love we felt
Was always the same
No need of a refrain,
Only the boldness
That comes with
The duo, of you and
Me,
And the two beautiful
Boys, making a
Family
Unit
As we continue
To ponder
The love
We share(d)
As we sit hand-in-hand
And watch the two
Play, from the
Steps
Of the porch
You and I made.
A Letter
You’ve written
Before, and yet
No more,
Now,
I dangle a letter
To lure you back,
Though,
Unsure I am,
About the portended
Future
Will our existence
Be reminiscent
Of the letter
In hand?
Now a grandstand
An audience to
Itself, suspended
Mid air
A trifle, and flare,
Of opportunity
Encased in
Red
Just like the roses,
I gave you
When
We
Wed,
And you shook your
Head, in favour of a
Nod instead
And, though
I bled with anticipation
There really is
No mysterious
Cause
For my withdrawal
Only the wonder
Which I see
While in
Bed
As thoughts of
You
Give way to dreams,
Which are sometimes
Pleasant, and
At other times not
So, so,
Dear, give way to
My hearts present
Which is adorned, and
Ready to give way
While you stay
Away,
Only know I’m here
Which is where
I’ll remain
Until that day,
When you return,
And walk through that door,
Taking the note, now
Dangling no more,
And read about
The love that’s flourished
While you were gone,
Now holding hands, like
Time never elapsed,
As we await the dawn.
In response to the WDYS #65 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Fascination
Just like contemplation,
Is fascination,
Beholding
True
Beauty,
In all things, it’s apparent,
When you stare
Into what’s already there
Just like the single
Flame
We might take for granted,
Or
The star
Shooting across the sky
Looking
For a reason why
Existence
Is always so persistent,
Striving
And driving humanity
Towards the heavens
Just like a feather,
Loosed
From
Someone’s fingertips,
Like when we
Were little, and
All of life was a
Playground,
Before the
Sound
Of another round
Of detritus
Fell
From the tree
Upon the ground, and
We looked on
In astonishment,
As the witness
Of all the bliss
And blessings,
For which we did see
Fascination
Did hold our attention,
While the world
Did continue
To go round and round,
And we left the playground
For a life full of
Adult things,
Which
Held
Less fascination,
Yet, when you really look, and
See, you will find
That fascination
Still holds true,
When you
Let go, and stay present
To all the beauty,
That’s right in front of you
Sky
I look up,
And wonder
Why, for it’s
Always You
In the sky,
Your
Stars burn
Bright, like dew
Drops in the mist
Of all that’s
Forgotten,
And remembered
For it’s both
On which
We are dependent
Even in times
Where Your clouds
Are playing hide
And seek,
With me,
It’s always You
That I can and
Do see,
Written in the
Language of love
And compassion
For all
Of us, here,
Awaiting Your
Passionate embrace
Like a star kissed
Gaze upon
Our face
Tenderly calling
Us home, into
Your arms, full of
Grace
A Blogger’s Diary 11/8/20: On Writing, The Election, Music, and A Poem
It’s hard to believe, I know, I know, cliche, yet, it is hard to believe that the holidays are upon us. Phew. A busy week, as always, and a stressful one for people that live in this country. Yep. True.
Writing
Right, so, first, in the event you’ve not yet seen what I’ve been up to, here it is.
- A Perspective Poem
- Why It’s Important to Understand Your Own Sensitivity As A Gift
- A Poem of Peace
- A Poem at The Precipice
- 3 Paradoxes of Leadership All Leaders Should Know
- The Reflection Series Part 3: What Does it Mean to Live A Life of Wonder?
- A Resilience Poem
Well, well, well, look at that. More poems than any other type of writing this week. Hm. Well, I did write last week that I was going to continue writing poems. How fun.
And, this week?
Well, as always, there is a plan, yet I’m never really sure what will happen. More fun that way. Really. Let’s see. Yes, I am thinking about a few different pieces. Here they are.
- Poems on
- Courage
- Movement
- Vulnerability
- Majesty
- A new social construction series entry on interaction ritual – it’s a sociological thing, of course, and will be fun.
- Some new thinking I’ve done on interactions. More specifically on coaching type conversation.
- And, I’m still pondering that piece on moving towards a more resilient and positivistic approach to sociology. Not sure.
It’s super fun to look back on what I’ve written during the week, reflect upon it, and then consider the following week’s writing. I am very curious to see how much poetry comes this next week. Hm.
Right. Well, that’s all about writing. Now? Yep, here we go.
The Election
Though, I’m not going to go on and on here, I do want to acknowledge how much stress, worry, and anxiety people in this country have been feeling about the election over the past week
And, no matter where you align yourself along the political spectrum, the aforementioned statement is true.
I am grateful that the election is complete, and that Biden and Harris will be in office for the next 4 years.
Whereas, I am hopeful they will do some good for a very fractured country, I do believe they are a bridge to a better day. Meaning?
That both political parties have work to do; and, they need to begin today.
That’s about all I have to write about that for now. Music? Yep. Good. Here we go.
Music
Alright, so, like many of you, I’m sure, I listen to music when I write. Well, actually, I listen to music when I do lots of things, writing is simply one of them. And?
Well, a good friend of mine turned me on to a new pianist this past week. And?
WOW!
I mean, phew, moving, inspiring, exceptional. Ready? Here you go.
Now, whether you enjoy piano, or not, I invite you to please take a listen. Yiruma plays some of the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. Really. Phew. Lovely.
Alright, that’s about all for this week.
Before I go, I want to add one more thing. Ready? Good. Here we go.
A New Day
Though divided,
They simply had forgotten,
That division is the seed of begotten
Times past, and
That there was need
Of a new day, where the kids could play
Free from fear of reprisal,
Along a path toward survival
With a much needed revival
Let us then not be stifled, but rather
Set a course
Quite more delightful
And work side by side
One and all
Toward a future
That holds the promise
Of what is rightful and insightful
Have a lovely week, everyone.
A Wonder Poem
Wonder
Lives in all places
Where light and dark
Play and roam, fancy
To find the tome
Of your heart’s desire
Where lives the fire
That stood that night
When times were a fright
Yet, were also alright
Because you knew
the Truth
About a life that lives
By light
That Wonder
Extinguishes the darkness
Of all the hours
Until the flowers bloom
And also always loom
Like a boon
Of Wonder, for
You to discover
Know It is always alight
And knows
You are alright
Even in times of
Discorded plunder
When you are asunder
There is and
Will always be Wonder
Have a wonderful evening, everyone.
In response to the WDYS prompt #53 by Sadje on Keep it Alive.
