Things are ending, I can’t explain
Once bright sparks scattered in the dark
Lost the fun and without the feels
This new year is dead to some
One day one step at a time
Voids will fill
They will
Somehow
Tag life
Crown
I was born in days
When candy was exchanged for
A coin grasped tightly in my hand.
Technology was years away
From being in every home in every land.
I was born in days where I could cycle
To friends and to the park.
I was born when eagles soared the sky
And we could stay outdoors after dark.
I grew up with parents still alive
And their parents
And their parents too.
I grew up with a sister to hold my
Hand.
I grew up with a sun in the sky
And a moon after dark.
I’m all grown up now.
The same sun is beating down
And our moon –
Our moon still comforts as time delivers
A glowing silver crown.
Shapes
I cannot get the shape to fit, what am I doing wrong?
I press and push to no avail, it will not yield my touch.
Ponder, question, wonder why, how to bend the form to will?
It is not the shapes, my child, that need to change
They are set in shape and stone.
Take what you have, the clay and sand – and work the world around
Thoughts and hearts, minds and cares, and see the change abound.
One small piece, one at a time, build on solid ground.
And then one day, you will see, you will find –
The shapes all fit and beauty has been
Found.
Money Can’t Buy Happiness
“Money can’t buy happiness” they said
But in all that time of stress and strife
An income sure would help my life
So I lowered my head and did what I could
To gather some coins and reams of yarn
I knitted a scarf of grey and blue –
Money can’t buy happiness it’s true
Though it can pay rent and food and wool.
What Will You Do?
How will you respond
What will you do?
When times they change
And leave you blue
What will you do
Where will you go?
When rains start to fall
Doubt begins to grow
What will you do
What will you say?
When clouds darken
Morning turns to grey
What will you do
What will to say
Where will you go
When troubles –
When troubles
Come your way?
Narrative
I define my own narrative. I am not defined by others thoughts of who I am and what I can do. I will take my own chances and risks. An opportunity will arise. It has to. And it will.
I believe. I have faith. I trust.
Vapor
A few short breaths
Here on earth
Before our life is past
Time flies swiftly
Vaporizing
Make each moment last
Forgiving Day
Losing my grip I stumble and fall
Sink in further to the abyss of the deadliest
Dream
Faltering I open my hands
Allow myself to be swept away in mires of
Dusty clay
Night looms large it’s towering presence
Cowers me
I’ll hide until the unwavering sun ushers in a
Forgiving day.
Deliver Me
On the other side lies an unseen
Day
Beckoning hope and promising
Future
Of stars a-glitter and full moons;
Suns of gold and a whispering morn
Night separates here from there
Dark from light
A freezing winter from fall.
Dreams,
Transport me!
Carry me safely
Hold me tenderly
Deliver me to the other
Side.
Amen
Boxes, little boxes
Lock and strangle us
In this world where all is pain
Find the freedom to be free
I’ve been searching
Scrambling, struggling
Fighting every blinding tree
It has happened, godsend blessing
A perfect fitting form for me
I will not waste, I will not want
I will say thank you and
Amen.
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