The moon pulls the sea
From the shore
Where I find
The measure of the land
While the setting sun pulls me
To the expanse beyond the sky
Where I find
The measure of me
Tag: Canada
Glory ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #381
He seemed, at least to himself
Unsteady, dilapidated
Built on feeble support
Detritus scattered all about him
He had suffered
Many storms
A lifetime of obstinate hardship
One day a passing glance at his reflection
And there he stood, steadfast
In all his battered glory
Fall ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #380
I fall
To the merciless stone below
Which I not only survive
But somehow
Shatter
Fragments and rubble
Tumble to the lake below
While I stand above
Shaking
My fist
At the world
That tried to take me
Upheaval ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #379
The land needs more
Than water
To sustain life
When the soil itself
Is toxic
And yet
Even here
Against formidable challenge
Life finds a way
Amongst the nooks and crannies
Of possibility
The Game
He played the game
All day
And all night
He played the game
Because when he played
He never cried
When he played
He never felt shattered
Or broken
Or alone
He played
And he played
Until he exhausted consciousness
He played
Until even the terror
Even the darkness
Deep inside him
Could no longer hold
Sleep at bay
And then he slept
Until the dreams
The nightmares
Woke him again
The images
Never survived consciousness
He never remembered the dreams
Just that a dream woke him
Leaving only the shattered terror
And the loneliness
The lovelessness
So again
He played
Water Falls
Is it paradox
To find this cascade of water
As fascinating
As a campfire’s billowing flame
Elements in contrast
Matter and energy
Opposites
Yet akin
Falling or rising
Beauty
In the flow
Of nature
Cascade ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #372
I tumble and fall
Down cascades of white water
Dreams of tranquil pools
A Long Moment in Time
I watch the hummingbird
Sipping nectar
Its wings but a blur
My eye cannot find
I watch the river
Cascades over rock
Imagine a smoothed blur
For an eye much slower than mine
The hummingbird sighs
Slows its speech to my pace
Time, you see
Whether stopped or a blur
Is a trick of the mind
Convergent Flow
The tumble and tumult
The cascade and chaos
All of it is pain
My being rent
By forces
External of choice
Until I realize
The flow of possibilities
Converge on a single channel
Even small choices
Alter my course
Through the rapids
I can navigate
Even the roughest water
Toward the serenity
Of a gentle flow
There is some beauty in this
The discovery of peace in turmoil
Gravel and Dust
Crossing the prairie
On gravel and roiling dust
So much road to share
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