I carry the memories
Of summer sun on my
Skin, as I anticipate the
Arrival of autumn’s
Falling leaf.
Tag Daily prompt
Finite
We do indeed have a finite number of heartbeats and though it may feel like it will beat forever, sadly or not so sadly, it will not.
And I am reminded of this with my irregular jumping heartbeat that is palpitating in my chest. My Monday trip to the doctor may have to be tomorrow instead.
Anticipation
Anticipation –
Spine-tingling moments waiting
For your magic touch
Turbulence
Lately I’ve been feeling the need to educate myself on the subject of heart palpitations. My heart at the moment is not plain sailing.
As I type this, there is an airplane overhead. It invokes that feeling of turbulence. If you have ever experienced turbulence you will know what I mean. You could be relaxing in your seat, trying to get some shut-eye, or you could be trying to watch the latest inflight entertainment, when the shaking begins. The seatbelt lights switch on, and everything begins to jump and move and shake. It is an odd, scary feeling. Are we safe? Are we going down. Will it get worse? Will it end. Are we there yet?
That is how my irregular heartbeat feels. Like one turbulent flight. My mother passed from a heart attack at the age of (nearly) 45. My grandmother had a heart condition.
And my (physical) heart of late has turbulence.
Continuation
I looked to others
I looked for love
I looked to fill
My thirsty soul
All others failed
They loved elsewhere
I was stranded
Without air
I stopped awhile
I saw the world
Flowers and blossoms
And did all I could
To cherish life
To be aware
Of moments passing –
Windswept hair
Here today
Gone tomorrow
The cycles continue
Joy and sorrow
Spring and then fall
Night and day
Live every moment
Feel the sun’s rays!
Words As Water
Feeling unsettled – oh, what does it mean?
Wandering aimlessly with soles in the sand.
How to handle the feelings within?
Desperately, anxiously, seeking rest for the soul.
Retreating inside and all I can feel
Is sadness and darkness and sorrow so real.
But the words start to flow and gently they heal
Cleansing, refreshing, the faster they go.
Words and rhyme and rhythm and song,
Humming so softly in whispers surreal.
The water is warm, and the flow is so strong—
Soothing and caring, always comforting still.
Final Bow
we do our best
we try to aim
to reach the skies
to play the game
to live a life
of love and stars
of peace and joy
and no more wars
but we are tied
to earth and soil
we breathe the air
of nature’s toil
it may not be
we might not reach
the dreams we dreamed
the tales we teach
our flesh weighs down
it cannot be
that we are freed
into liberty
so take a moment
and say a prayer
blow it softly
into the air
all will pass
and this we know
struggles will end –
a final bow.
Weaving Words
Weaving words
Painting with a pen
The paper that was undisturbed
Ripples with thoughts that have been
Offered wings
Glass Bomb
I bottled inside of me
My anger and rage
The pressure built up
As I tightened the grip
Tighter and tighter
I held the glass bomb
My hands were at risk
My arms, face, my life
I closed my eyes
I prayed in the still
Seconds ticked by
My heart counted time.
BOOM!
something new
and so the wheel turned again
leaving one scene behind and
introducing another, the old
and the new, the past and the
present and the future, all
merging into one, evolving
and forming and changing,
never standing still, wisdom
of the ancients stand firm:
things change and things
falls apart and things come
together sometimes to
create
something new
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