The Earth boils up
Billowing
Like clouds in the sky
Billowing
Like clouds in the sky
Category: Abstract
An Insidious Grip
I want to hurt
Because I have been hurt
I want to punish
Because I have been wronged
I want to bomb my enemies
Because they have stolen my peace
Because I have been hurt
I want to punish
Because I have been wronged
I want to bomb my enemies
Because they have stolen my peace
And the grip of violence
Grows ever tighter
Until the meager remains of love
Trickle from my cold, hateful body
Tunneling
Often, I tunnel in
Narrow my focus
Until my vision
Hones on a singularity
Narrow my focus
Until my vision
Hones on a singularity
All outside
Just fades away
Tangle
In the tangle that is my life
Intertwining branches
Of my relationships
With others
With institutions
With responsibilities
With goals and aspirations
Intertwining branches
Of my relationships
With others
With institutions
With responsibilities
With goals and aspirations
With the dreams
I only allow myself
At night
Curled safely
In my own bed
Clinging ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #28
The rain
Clings to the moss
Clings to the limbs
Clings to the trunk
Clings to the earth
Clings to the moss
Clings to the limbs
Clings to the trunk
Clings to the earth
While the light
Clings to them all
Clings to me
Clings to my mind
Clings to my heart
Chesterman Beach ~ Pix to Words & Song
I captured several dozen images from Chesterman Beach, and they have proven a great source of inspiration for poems and stories, a series from which I share five examples here
Harmony
I wonder at the patterns in the sand
How they got there
The intricate harmonies of line and shape
What could create such beauty?
How they got there
The intricate harmonies of line and shape
What could create such beauty?
Then the wave comes
And I wonder anew
At the interplay of moving water and sand
The rivulets and eddies and smaller waves
Waves ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #27
I watch the flow of time
The rise and ebb of civilizations
Like waves rolling up
On a long, shallow beach
The rise and ebb of civilizations
Like waves rolling up
On a long, shallow beach
Each wave believing
It will roll on forever
Obstacles
The obstacles in my path
Alter my flow
Creating new patterns
Of experience
In the eddies
Alter my flow
Creating new patterns
Of experience
In the eddies
Beautiful patterns
Surprising, exquisite
Challenging, evocative
Alarming, provocative
Shadows and Rust
As the days go by
Time chips away
At memories
Falling away
As flakes of rust
From old iron
Time chips away
At memories
Falling away
As flakes of rust
From old iron
As the years proceed
The man I was
Drifts further
And further
Into the shadows
Until, in the mirror
There is only
The man who is
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