I lived my life
So very small
Now left to wonder
Shall I shuffle off
Before I ever roared
As so many others
Come and gone
Faintest whispers
On the wind
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Scale ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #268
A matter of scale
Not a tree
But a twig
Not a mountain
Nor a mound
But a small deposit
Of mineral Earth
Boiled up from below
Perhaps more beautiful
Than it deserves to be
Like the problems I face
And resolve
Every day
Small deposits
All growing into me
Perhaps more beautiful
Than I deserve to be
Not a tree
But a twig
Not a mountain
Nor a mound
But a small deposit
Of mineral Earth
Boiled up from below
Perhaps more beautiful
Than it deserves to be
Like the problems I face
And resolve
Every day
Small deposits
All growing into me
Perhaps more beautiful
Than I deserve to be
Patience and Peace
I remind myself
Time and water
Carved this canyon
From solid rock
Time and water
Carved this canyon
From solid rock
Though patience
And softness
Cannot resolve
Every problem
The peace flowing
From their practice
Bears a reward
Of its own
As I watch
The sun set
Upon the stone
The river cut
Endurance & Tenacity
With endurance and
Tenacity we survived
Year 2020
Tenacity we survived
Year 2020
The Maze
I was already deep inside
And lost
Before I realized it was a
Maze
And lost
Before I realized it was a
Maze
But there are times
Places
To not mind being
Lost
The walls seemed sculpted
Textured
With saturated tones of
Warmth
And so I walked
Aimless
Lost in the beauty of the
Walls
Until suddenly I was
Outside
Safe, yet wanting to go
Back
Sometimes it is
OK
To lose my
Self
Landscapes
These things we do to landscapes
Of space and time
Of politics and social norms
Of family and friends
The things that stay
But never stay the same
The ephemeral things
Lost and soon forgotten
Nothing ever stays
But change
Which is often the point
Of these things we do to landscapes
Change the landscape
Change each other
Change ourselves
Vagabond ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #238
Note:
Rule change this week!
See below.
To move
Through time and space
By act of will
Through time and space
By act of will
Undeterred and
Undirected by
Duty or responsibility
Led not by
Leash or force
Nor beholden to another’s wish
But to stay
In just one place
So long as restless heart desires this
Then move along
To some place other
There to find what’s there to see
Words ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #171
I am no Poet
Least not in
The classic Poet’s manner
Least not in
The classic Poet’s manner
I’ve never studied
What the Poets say
Nor worried much
How they place their words
Or why that way
I do not know
How to write a sonnet
I am not sure
What makes pentameter
Iambic
I hope that’s OK
Rolling through the Ebony
Rolling through
A land of crushed ebony
Tarry asphalt dividing
The slender white lane markers
And scrubby tufts of amber
A land of crushed ebony
Tarry asphalt dividing
The slender white lane markers
And scrubby tufts of amber
I scramble up an ebony mound
To find a landscape of ebony mounds
Growing to distant mountains
All of the same ebony skin
“At least,” I think, out loud
Into the air so dry
It swallows up the words
Right off my tongue
“the falling sun seems less
Like a fire
On a cast-iron skillet.”
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