Category: Poetry

bright November sun

seated in meditation

warmth inside and out

Our hearts fill slowly with dread as the menace approaches, but true fear emerges only when we see the face of it. With myopic gaze our troubled souls tremble in anticipation of what’s coming, hoping the moment passes leaving us unscathed rather than giving life to our nightmares. Only time can reveal our future bringing with it the certainty we crave so dearly. Only time brings the answer to our fervent prayers.

lightening, thunder

billowing clouds, darkening horizon

searching for shelter

your broken dreams

stop, bend, pick up the first piece

start a new journey

how disconnected

it took an app on my phone

to notice the moon

match after match, firestarter after firestarter finding its way into the barrel – searching furtively not for the flames that come so easily, but for glowing coals – white hot intensity serving as a catalyst for change – power poised to render the pile to smoke and heat and flame over the coming hours – heat lingering for days after feeding has ceased – erupting again with the smallest of provocations – energy dwindling slowly towards ambience, dormancy, extinction

words on the page

dreams in the mind

wanting for more

my bicycle wheels

make my journey to the end

faster and slower

journey long enough

even the longest of shadows

will be transcended

her gentle breathing

my meditation

more than my own

dry creek bed

once held water

will do so again

trampled under foot

the green sprig begins again

but knows the journey