The light runs through the black
I remind myself of that
There’s gold within the rock
Riches to be found in the hardest of times
I remind myself of that
There’s gold within the rock
Riches to be found in the hardest of times
Tag: micropoetry
Steadfast ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #109
In this great rock
Am I reminded
In steadfastness
Still may I rise
Am I reminded
In steadfastness
Still may I rise
Feeding My Awe
I am truly happy
Only when seeking
The wonder of existence
Even the smallest
Only when feeding my awe
In which I become
Infinite
Only when seeking
The wonder of existence
Even the smallest
Only when feeding my awe
In which I become
Infinite
Mystery
Clouded
Occluded
Mysteries
Appeal to me
Occluded
Mysteries
Appeal to me
And I am never sure
Which outcome I prefer
A mystery revealed
Or mystery secure
Numbers ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #106
I sometimes count
The empty days
Of my spiritual slumber
But as I look back
Tallying the events
Of my awakening
Each day is filled
With the struggle
For the light
The empty days
Of my spiritual slumber
But as I look back
Tallying the events
Of my awakening
Each day is filled
With the struggle
For the light
What it seems
All I know is myth
Particular things
I create by naming
In lands appearing
Particular things
I create by naming
In lands appearing
Before my eyes
Where nothing is
Just what it seems
Since what it seems
Is in my mind
Veil ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #105
Difficult it is
To remember beauty
Especially my own
When the veil of anger
Occludes my vision
Shrouds my being
To remember beauty
Especially my own
When the veil of anger
Occludes my vision
Shrouds my being
Anger Clouds
Anger never served me
But for its reminder
That my thinking was clouded
And truth obscured
By slavery
To emotion
But for its reminder
That my thinking was clouded
And truth obscured
By slavery
To emotion
Beautiful Corridor
Confined by valleys
Trees and roads
Through narrow corridors
Can I roam
But all so beautiful
I can’t bemoan
The choices few
My pathway home
Trees and roads
Through narrow corridors
Can I roam
But all so beautiful
I can’t bemoan
The choices few
My pathway home
Ice ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #104
Like ice
It trailed
From the nape
Of my neck
Down my
Straight hard spine
The chill
In my thoughts
While the truth
Sank in
And the world
Came apart
It trailed
From the nape
Of my neck
Down my
Straight hard spine
The chill
In my thoughts
While the truth
Sank in
And the world
Came apart
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