Self-Isolation
Week Two; Day One; Six Days Left
I could use a hug
Week Two; Day One; Six Days Left
I could use a hug
Tag: NaPoWriMo
The Fog
In the morning, the fog
Commuters fill the lanes
On their way into the city
They cannot see
But know too well
Commuters fill the lanes
On their way into the city
They cannot see
But know too well
It’s there
In the haze
Diminutive towers
Shadows beneath a piercing sun
As they are shadows
Piercing the shroud
Beneath a sky of mottled blue
In the evening rush there will be no misty cover
Crystalline clear; hard-edged architecture
Though the fog lays still upon commuters
1,000 and Three
Departed
Lingering
Glory
Compass Rose
Through chink in once unbroken gloom
Evanescent hopeful gleam
Turn of night
Will soon enough extinguish
Evanescent hopeful gleam
Turn of night
Will soon enough extinguish
Glow yet held clear and bright
Deep within a tempered heart
A compass knows the way to north
Light, the steel by which love reckons
Ever should the dark engulf
I shall find my way
Illumined by the rose within
No shadow may diminish
Night gives way to morning
Clouds soon enough are lifted
To the souls of seeking hearts
Horizon always beckons
Questions Asked by Earth and Me
How could such small things
Cause so much trauma
To something so big as me?
Cause so much trauma
To something so big as me?
We Hapless Beautiful Many
These awkward, fumbly, funny humans
Gawd! We hapless, beautiful many!
I love us all, with all our flaws
As we stumble through uneven times
Struggle to find our way in uncharted lands
Gawd! We hapless, beautiful many!
I love us all, with all our flaws
As we stumble through uneven times
Struggle to find our way in uncharted lands
Is there nothing quite so extraordinary
As a gathering of the confused
The bewildered
The shocked
All finding comfort and strength
Through others no stronger than we
We discover
In our collective strength
And courage
And wisdom
And tenacity
How much of these
We each ourselves posses
Armed with them
We super humans of faith
And possibility
We master what was unmasterable
We triumph when tragedy seemed certain
Oh, we magnificent beings
Who would ever suspect
We were capable of such things
When observing ourselves
In just the everyday?
None but ourselves
But that is all we need remember
Desert Mantra
Desert is my mantra
Distractions few
But for the wind that is breath
Breathing slowly, deeply
Distractions few
But for the wind that is breath
Breathing slowly, deeply
Patience is the desert
Eons shaped it
Storms come and go
Then desert returns to itself
Desert surprises
Not always hard sun and heat
Comfortable in the cold grey
Vivid hues follow a spring rain
Lifeless seems the desert
Lively to those who choose to see
Quiet in harmonious balance
Patient, resilient, and supple
Nature’s Art
Symmetry in asymmetry
Random chance and physical law
Ordered chaos is nature’s art
Random chance and physical law
Ordered chaos is nature’s art
Beckoning
The sea comes, reaching for me
Not alone with foamy wave
Not alone with foamy wave
But feel the beckoning
Which stirs my being
As if ’twas yesterday
Ancestral tribes departed her for land
Peace & Paroxysm
The day ends
Vivid paroxysm of colour
Proximate calm of solitude
Vivid paroxysm of colour
Proximate calm of solitude
Peace besets me
In this dwindling hour of daylight
Content with the cool darkness to come
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