life finds a way
in the most inhospitable
conditions
places
times
to
survive
thrive
flourish
so too
can I
Category: Abstract
Geometry ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #269
Geometries of Euclidean beings
Dominate the irregular perfections
Of organic patterns
And I
A lover of both
Math and nature
Am left unsure
Which is
The greater beauty
Is such judgment
Even necessary
Or wise
After all
Beauty itself
Is the construct
Of an eye
And a mind
Who am I to say
What you should find
Beautiful
Perpendicular ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #269
Parallels & perpendiculars
Take me away
Lead me astray
Through lines
End games
I do not know
From where I came
Nor necessarily
Where it all goes
Only that all imply
In my faraway mind
Movement & change
Light ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #267
Once the light entered the bowl
Something magical happened
Something I’ll probably
Never fully understand
The light coalesced
Hardened
Formed swirling tendrils
Of incandescence
Well
I understood one thing
Light was alive
No
Not alive
Conscious
And what I was witnessing
Was the comingling
Of unmanifested being
One each to a tendril
Swimming as if a school of fish
In a golden bowl
Struck just the right way
By the sun
And then it was gone
Light
Was merely light
Again
But some trick of the cosmic tail
Had let me in on the secret
Because in an instant
I’d known
Light
Is love
And love
Is light
When we are unmanifested
In this purest spirit form
We know this as surely as
The necessity of a breath
We know it in a way
A brain cannot grok
But our manifest purpose
The meaning of our existence
Is to remember
And for a moment
Looking into a sunlit bowl
I remembered
A glimpse of the unknowable
Out of the corner of my eye
A memory I struggle to keep
Every day
Vibrance ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #266
Recall the vibrance
Once displayed in many hues
Now no more than trace remains
Though brightness scattered
Here and there
Decay sets in
Drains true nature
Of its lifely due
Thus am I left
With naught but mem’ries
Fading fast
Remiss this guard
Of summer past
Which lingers still
In so few leaves
Fallen to the forest floor
There soon enough
Back to earth
Will they be drawn
And all that was
Will then be gone
Sunshine ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #264
It waited for her
The little yellow chair
At the back of the house
In the little nook
Hidden away
From anyone’s eyes
The little yellow chair
At the back of the house
In the little nook
Hidden away
From anyone’s eyes
Late afternoon sunshine
Filtered through
The winter boughs
Eaves and overhangs
Sheltered her
From the usual Vancouver rain
But today
The sun
Fell on
Her little sunshine chair
A cigarette
And long moments
Filled with thoughts
Without consequence
Smalltalk daydreams
To pass the time
In seeming silence
While she chattered
With herself
About nothing
Beside the red house
Which was all red inside
Though the walls were white
And the Late Colonial furniture
In browns and blues
A quiet little moment
Of no small function
Before returning to
The dysfunction within
A small, life-saving moment
Of manufactured sunshine
Amplified
By the trickle of sun
Passing through naked branches
Ice ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #261
His was a visage of ice
Cold, chiseled
A frosty burn to the touch
Which not even the fire
Of his desire
Could melt
It protected him
It destroyed him
It hardened him
It betrayed him
For anyone could see
Just below the surface
The heat his coldness
Would never emit
His was a visage of ice
Cold, chiseled
A frosty burn to the touch
Which not even the fire
Of his desire
Could melt
It protected him
It destroyed him
It hardened him
It betrayed him
For anyone could see
Just below the surface
The heat his coldness
Would never emit
Touching ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #256
In that blur
Of existence
Of existence
When space becomes time
And time becomes space
When love becomes all possibility
And possibility infinite
And time timeless
I will find you
And always will
Because this is the thing
Between you and I
The connection without reason
The being without purpose
Except that we are always
Together
Whether far apart
Or side-by-side
Decades may pass
Without a touch
Though we are always
Touching
In the end
That is all we need know
About the unknowable
Warmth ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #255
Sometimes I run cold
It’s hard to find
The love inside
It’s hard to find
The love inside
For me
For you
For anyone
For anything
Then you hold me
Look into my eyes
Show me what love is
You wear your heart
With just a look
So that anyone can see
Even me
In the cold dark blue
Warming to the warmth of you
Bastards
She closed her eyes
Heaved a sigh
Then made the choice
She’d always made
And always would
Heaved a sigh
Then made the choice
She’d always made
And always would
Don’t let the bastards get you down
She whispered
Drew another breath
Don’t let the bastards get you down
She said
Drew another breath
Don’t let this bastard get you down
She growled
Then held what remained of her breath
Until she could hold it no longer
Then simply let the breath go
And with it went all the bastards
Even the one who stood before her
Who knew her well enough
That there was no coming back
Once the door closed behind him
She listened for the squeaky hinge
The groaning spring
As the door slammed shut
With satisfying finality
Boots clattered across the porch
Down the steps
Scattering gravel in the drive
A creaky metal door opened
Then screeched shut
Two roars of an engine
The second sprayed gravel
Onto the porch
While the roar drew away
Into the insurmountable distance
Just as he had over the last month
Soon enough the birdsong dispelled her reverie
And when she opened her eyes
The world already seemed brighter
With nary a bastard in sight
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