Category: Poetry

Work ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #195

Sometimes
The beauty
Of a moment
Takes the work
Out of the job

So I seek the beauty
In every moment

Every time I reach
Just a little beyond my grasp
I imagine myself a tower
With the pinnacle in my hand

I stand beneath
Towers yet reaching
For heavens once unimaginable

And so I rise
In heart and soul
Astride the vision
Of an elevated spirit

Darkness now
For far too long
Vacant streets
Some windows amber and blue
Most dark and shuttered

He locks up
With a willful hope
A dream from another life
From another time

Perhaps the children
Will still be awake
With their sparkling eyes

So he hurries home
On a wish and a prayer

Even a drowsy hug is a tonic

A little spice
A little iced
A little life
Makes everything nice

In time I began to understand
My vulnerability
Was more attractive
Than my strength

As I grew more confident
In being vulnerable
I began to understand
The strength in vulnerability

All the world’s aflutter
For little girls
Fistfuls of birdseed
Their indiscriminate chaos

Such are the conditions
Of beautiful perfections