The year
Grew darker
Every day
Grew darker
Every day
Grim hope
Bleak finale
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Category: Poetry
Bridges ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #168
We build a bridge
To cross the gap
Or tear it down
No going back
To cross the gap
Or tear it down
No going back
Below the deck
A roiling rift
Divides our world
Apart, we drift
But let us take
A moment, slow
To contemplate
Terrain below
I’m sure we’ll find
On valley floor
Our common ground
Then peace restored
Chasm
Roar of the river
My own deafening fury
Churning water cuts a chasm
Seething anger rends my spirit
My own deafening fury
Churning water cuts a chasm
Seething anger rends my spirit
Standing on the ledge
Letting rage flow away
Wounds upon my soul
Close and begin to heal
Power
I stand beside the chasm’s tumult
Powerless to end the flood
Or even mitigate the flow
Powerless to end the flood
Or even mitigate the flow
Spectator at the edge
Close enough to feel the spray
Of power’s fearsome rush
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.”
For All I Have and All that’s Yet to Come
On this day
Of joy and giving
Of gifts received
Of blessings offered
I am most grateful
Of joy and giving
Of gifts received
Of blessings offered
I am most grateful
For all I have
For all that’s yet to come
For all the possibility
Which I can not yet see
And most of all
For the love I give
And am given freely
The love pervading all
On this and every day
The grace we share through love
Stillness ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #167
On some unseen horizon
Beyond my peace of mind
Where shadows play
In savage grey
And hope has not yet
Even hope
Beyond my peace of mind
Where shadows play
In savage grey
And hope has not yet
Even hope
No flutter on the water
No ripple in the wind
No fish or whale
To breech the sea
No gull on wing
To cry the air alive
No colour falls to eye
In this world
Of nothingness
In stillness
Drifted I
Aboard a ship
No sails were set
Devoid of all intent
My mind awash
In listless thought
No acts of love
From feckless heart
Yet all the while
And deep below
This ship becalmed
My spirit spare
A current
Ran unseen
It swirled
And tossed
It mustered
Forces unbeknown
Which bubbled to the top
On the Cacophony of Being
This spirit of life
This beauty
This pain
This anguish
This love
This cacophony of being
That is I
That is experience
That is action
Tension of light and dark
Tension of right and wrong
Never grey
Never muted
That mud of fear
That mud of anger
Gripping at my heart
Gripping at my mind
But I will not
Go under
But I will not
Lie down
Or die
In the silence
Of living
Without venture
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