There’s a storm
Just this side
Of the horizon
Just this side
Of the horizon
It’s lingered there
As long as I remember
While the horizon calls to me
Tag: postaday
Valley of Discontent
In this valley of discontent
Light falls in but cannot escape
Light falls in but cannot escape
So I climb to highest ridge
Carrying unsubtle hope
Else bathe below in light’s deceit
Contemplation ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #103
Contemplating the turmoil
Roiling in my head
I notice a point
Centre of the storm
Centre of my being
Around which all
The turbulence pivots
Roiling in my head
I notice a point
Centre of the storm
Centre of my being
Around which all
The turbulence pivots
There’s calm there
I fight my way toward it
Seeking the source of such peace
But bucked and buffeted
By the tumult
I make no headway
In the intensifying storm
The Space Between
The space between
The dark and light
Is sometimes just
A narrow gap
The dark and light
Is sometimes just
A narrow gap
And in this lies
A beauty plain
Where truth is told
In high relief
No shadow cast
No grey to mask
On one side white
The other black
Moments of Discovery
I’m no hero
Reluctant or foretold
No beacon of goodness
Reluctant or foretold
No beacon of goodness
I’m no brave soul
Blazing a path of wisdom
For others to follow
Such youthful fantasy
Nature’s World
Oh have I travelled
Far from home
To other worlds
Beyond imagination
Far from home
To other worlds
Beyond imagination
But never left
My own backyard
Nor taxed my powers
Of creation
Just let Nature
Take her course
Then revel in
Her machinations
Monkey Business
I remember a time
When simply breathing
Was dangerous
When simply breathing
Was dangerous
A time before
The Clean Air Act of 1970
The Environmental Protection Agency
Which gave the Act bite
And enforced its many regulations
I am reminded of that time
When I travel to countries
Which ignore the science
Or have no political will
To preserve the Earth
Which sustains us
Hate ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #86
I began to realize
If I could learn to love myself
Completely
I would no longer want to hate
That kind of inner light is
Impenetrable
Even to hate’s formidable darkness
Unconfined Light
I remind myself
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is only light
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is only light
And the tunnel
Is only the sum of my fears
Confining me
When the Flash Came
When the flash came
I had just cleared the fourth floor
Confident everyone had made it to the shelter
The steel door closed behind them
I had just cleared the fourth floor
Confident everyone had made it to the shelter
The steel door closed behind them
When the flash came
Night became a day like no other
Just several seconds long
With the intensity of a hundred suns
When the flash came
I was happy not to be in a doorway
As I watched the paint sizzle
In the nuclear sunlight
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