To frailty
There is a power
Borne of compassion
There is a power
Borne of compassion
When compassion fails
Frailty is where the boot comes down
The hardest
Time ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #242
I often wish
That I could perceive time
Like a hummingbird does
Slow the world down
And watch the air ruffle its feathers
On every delicate beat
Hear the swish of its wing
Rather than the hum and blur
Of time compressed beyond imagining
That I could perceive time
Like a hummingbird does
Slow the world down
And watch the air ruffle its feathers
On every delicate beat
Hear the swish of its wing
Rather than the hum and blur
Of time compressed beyond imagining
I often wish
That I could perceive time
Like mountains of stone
Or a star
Minutes pass like seconds
Epochs turned as the sun crosses the sky
To watch the birth and death of solar systems
The way in one short life
I’ve seen the comings and goings
Of family and fame
But this is the time I’m given
And but for the tricks
Of cameras and imagination
This is all the time I have
So best to try and wrench from it
Every moment I can experience
Star Chamber
Within the chamber
Starry light
Small portals fill
The darkest night
With glow enough
To see my way
Then find again
The light of day
Starry light
Small portals fill
The darkest night
With glow enough
To see my way
Then find again
The light of day
Stone ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #241
This forest of stone
Rotting on the desert plain
Rain the destroyer
Rotting on the desert plain
Rain the destroyer
Moonglow
A promise of possibility coming
Here the night made bright
Though by no small trickery
And patience
Here the night made bright
Though by no small trickery
And patience
Moonglow breaks the darkness
While the stars take flight
In the cool blue of winter chill
But for the warmth of amber hearths
The Turn that is not Return
The world begins
To turn again
No longer still
Though somnolent, still
To turn again
No longer still
Though somnolent, still
The long exhale
Following the deep, deep breath
The moment which moves
Between the change
And knowing
There is no going
back
Line ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #240
Such exquisite line
Forms an art without figure
The face of Islam
Forms an art without figure
The face of Islam
Winding ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #239
The road winds down
To valley floor
From there the way
Cannot be known
To valley floor
From there the way
Cannot be known
With scant resource
For alternates
My faith is firm
No other course
Now heart resolved
Courage mustered
With just one step
My fears dissolved
Stovepipe
Stovepipe is a planet of two suns
Rarely seen whole
Through dense clouds
Which never shed rain
Rarely seen whole
Through dense clouds
Which never shed rain
The stone marker
A memorial to those who had come
But otherwise left no mark
After the third colony failed
The only visitors would be
Passersby and tourists checking off a box
The Bar & Grill of Passing Thru
It was one of those American small-town off-the-main-attraction tourist bar & grills papered with dollar bills, George Washington in all his unemotional placidity staring back at me from walls, pillar and ceiling. Off-season empty but for a pair of locals playing darts and a couple passing through on the way to somewhere relatives and presents waited for them. It was hard to tell whether the twinkle lights were seasonal or permanent, but there was no other sign of the holiday. So, permanent.
The place was stocked with beer, though. Lots of it. Their inventory must have been pretty mobile. The bartender just pointed a thumb over his shoulder when I asked for a beer list.
“We’ve got everything in those shelves.”
I counted five rows of 20 cubbyholes each, and every one had a different beer or cider. Maybe one was empty, just for the cliche.
“Impressive.”
