Few things are finer
Than a hearty feed
Of unchallenged delight
At some out of the way eatery
Perched on the edge
Of magnificence
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Lingering
I lingered there
For humble light
And crescent moon uncloaked
The sun now bedded for the night
Its glory past
While beauty lingered still
Now a moment of repose
If only in my mind
The day it lingers too
Then home to bed
Soon lingering in dreams
With that I join the sun
Tumble
Tumble
Tumble
Tumble down
From the light
Into the chasm below
There to roil
In the miasma
And darkness
The flume
Goes on and on
And I all along
Do keep my head above
Then exit
Into a wider course
And calmer water
Now swim for shore
Clamber up to land
Breathe a heavy sigh
Hackles in the Haze
Hackles raised
With the advent
Of some unknown
And unknowable
Beyond the fringe
Of a haze
Most dense
A trail
Betwixt and between
Courage unstilled
Curiosity unquenchable
Footfalls not to be denied
I step forward
Into the haze
The unknowable
Becomes known
Only to those
Who enter it
Hand in Hand
Below the sun
Dandelions in fluffy flower
The mountain haze
Renders sky blue
And here are we
In the breezeless warmth
At the end of a day long hike
Hand in hand as always
As if for the first time
Together for all time
Suspended in Amber
Suspended in Amber
This moment on the road
Through the haze
Distant possibilities
Seem promising
But the road veers away
Perhaps to destinations unknown
So I bathe in the amber
And in the moment’s reflection decide
Whether there
Or elsewhere
Reside possibilities unknown
The road takes me
Where it will
Blues ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #368
Blues run layers deep
Beneath an intoxicated heat
Rustling the lake with scattered breezes
No storm tonight
But ’round a distant point
Rough waters wait
Lingering Smoke
Smoke from distant fires
Mars the clarity of a blue bird day
Find the moment’s beauty
Even the haze cannot mar
While I clear my mind
Of moments past and future
Smoldering there
One breath
Then another
Blow the haze away
In the Shadows
In the shadows beneath my consciousness
Dwells a me I barely know
A me of many parts
A friend
A saboteur
A healer
A destroyer
A revolutionary
A gatekeeper
A liberator
A prisoner
An advocate
A critic
All these aspects
Of shadow me
And so many more
Express themselves
In thought, desire and deed
Without consent
Without awareness
Of the me I once believed
Was the only me
Awakening to their existence
Marks the necessity of a journey
The journey begins
With introductions
And acceptance
Where it ends
I cannot know
But I suppose integration
Marks the milestone along the path
Where I become the one
I always believed I was
Glory’s Moment
Daylight wanes
With ecstatic eruptions of colour
While we stragglers
Greedy for celestial glory’s
Every moment
Make our way
To the last ride down
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