If the sky can seem to be
So many layers deep
Illuminated so vibrantly
From deep within
So many layers deep
Illuminated so vibrantly
From deep within
Perhaps, so can I
Category: Poetry
Handmade ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #163
I let the rough asymmetry
Of a handmade world
Wash over my being
Of a handmade world
Wash over my being
Imprecise
Imperfect
Reminded
I am an organic being
Cradled in a manufactured world
And my notions of beauty
Have been filtered
By the means of manufacture
Playful
She came dressed
Playfully
For the rain
Playfully
For the rain
But the rain
Didn’t come
Just as well
She thought
Letting the surf
Wash high up
Her pretty
Yellow
Boots
The Beauty of Mystery
I find serenity
In the mystery
Peace in the unknown
In the mystery
Peace in the unknown
Accept the beauty
In what is revealed
Keep faith in the obscured
Soul Mates
So many roads
Lead me to you
So many more
Led us astray
Lead me to you
So many more
Led us astray
For every branch
A thousand leaves
For every fork
A thousand more
Just keep the faith
And carry on
I’ll find the way
Back to your heart
A Beautiful Rut
This life
This repetitious life
It cuts a swath
Erodes away
Possibilities
This repetitious life
It cuts a swath
Erodes away
Possibilities
Call it a canyon
Or call it a rut
A pretty enough rut, you say
Perhaps… but still a rut
So I scamper out
Leaving a trail
Of dusty memory
Seeking the open vista above
The expanse of the big sky
A land of possibility
Wizened & Weathered
Wizened and wisened
I find myself
At the end of my path
There to discover
Though I’ve forged my own trail
Made my own way through the wilderness
We all come together
In the end
At the infinite infinitesimal of oneness
Whether by design
Or default
I find myself
At the end of my path
There to discover
Though I’ve forged my own trail
Made my own way through the wilderness
We all come together
In the end
At the infinite infinitesimal of oneness
Whether by design
Or default
Cacophony in Harmony
In such cacophony
I find the harmony
I find the harmony
Then wonder why why why?
Can’t we find a way
To share our world today
Bend ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #162
The bends oft
Obscure the end
Yet go
I must
And like the river
Wend
Until the end
Is sure
Obscure the end
Yet go
I must
And like the river
Wend
Until the end
Is sure
Beauty Unremarked
This wee continent of life
Entwined in a small living sea
All of it ancient beyond my ken
I could not count out the years
In all my time
Entwined in a small living sea
All of it ancient beyond my ken
I could not count out the years
In all my time
But the years of consciousness
I could count
In just an afternoon
And my own years
Rattled off in seconds
In the vast pre-history
Of consciousness
This beauty unremarked
But do my remarks
Or those of others
Make the beauty so?
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