In wake of birth, we gather
Arms stretched, propitious
Trusting time
Love…. the cosmos
Writing our own scripts
Naming our own stars
In spite of our goods and grit
Our fate is universal
Collective souls we wander
Time-squandering fools
Tossing moments to the wind
A quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub. Lillian is our host and the prompt is open ALL week! If you’d like to write a poem of 44 words including the given word “gather”, you are quite welcome to join in.
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Rarely do I edit
Looking through the viewfinder
I see reality
Imperfection in living colours
Panoramic perception
Despite my failure in focusing
Chasing chances with a lens
This is my world
The blur is my own
Amateur in action
Amateur in life
In this dying macro moment
Before my eyes
I have clarity
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We are encouraged to climb
Ascend to perfection
To cerulean skies, cumulus clouds
Where reality resembles
A third grader’s painting
In primary colours
This is footing for fools
Surety snaps in an instant
Like brittle branches of the oak
And still we fall gracefully
Earthbound by the weight
Of our own hesitations
Then how does hope grow
In ancient shadows
Of deadwood and doom?
By the healing embrace of the sun
By the beckoning call of the moon
One does rise up
“Reality is sitting in a canyon, watching the eagles fly.”
There is so much noise in this world.
Technology makes so much noise.
People make so much noise.
My mind makes so much noise.
We have dressed up this world so much that sometimes we can’t even see it. As we cover it with technology, politics, materialism, media…egos, we have forgotten about the world in it’s natural state. Within the simplicity of nature, we can find the truth. The truth is spoken in the wind, written in the clouds and carved in the rocks. The truth is lying in the grass and examining one blade… because one blade of grass is a symmetrical masterpiece.
Yeah, I know, I know…we have so much to do. Where would we find the time? The funny thing is, we have created our own complexity. We have built our own obstacles. We can make our lives as simple as we want them to be.
All that we desire and all that we “accomplish” in a day is trivial, compared to the miracles of LIFE.
We just have to clear away the clutter for a moment in order to see it.
We just have to silence the noise in order to hear it.
Do we listen
When silence speaks
In Mother Nature’s tongue
Let it drown out the technosaurus
Stomping loudly on anything
More than a day old
Time will soon be tired
Of being archived by the minute
But nothing can stop the wind
From carving out canyons
Or the sun
From casting shadows
Where no one even looks
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Do we sense
The softness of the breeze
She whispers on our skin
Caressing with only one purpose
To touch us… so we feel
Or have we forgotten
More than we know
Reality will soon be tired
Of hiding beneath the light
Of the machines we type on
The media we thrive on
The “friends” we depend upon
In this mechanical mess we call life
It is what it is
Unobscured , sunlit
A guiltless glow of certainty
Barbed and bristly
Thoughtlessly exposed
Nettles rooted and ready
Unwittingly aimed
At pricking me
A big thank you to “Loony” at Thoughts of a Lunatic for the opportunity to guest post on her amazing blog.
“Loony” is an extraordinary writer. A four time Freshly Pressed recipient, her blog has taken her followers on a journey through pain, joy, reflections, growth, humor, and love. She tells it like it is. She will make you laugh with her very unique humor and take you to tears with her honesty and bravery which are undeniable. I admire her more than I can express.
“Thoughts of a Lunatic” asked readers for their take on New Year’s resolutions.
“Marble Rye and Resolutions” is my contribution.
Hope you enjoy.
Every moment we are still together
Mother and daughter, so sacred
I have the unfortunate knowledge
It will not last
Because I have been there
Facing the impossible
Denying the unthinkable
I have been there
When the bottom falls out
Making you wonder why
You invested your soul, your heart, your mind
If only for a short time
Why do we love so much
Knowing it will cause so much pain?
Why are we given these precious moments
Leaving us vulnerable and needing more?
I have been there
Devastated by the loss
Frozen in my tracks
Wondering where my next breath will come from
Kicking at pieces of my heart
Laying on the floor
Because life was over as I knew it
So today I look at you, aging with grace
I hang on to your every word,
Every beloved gesture
Until the end.
Every time I see a mountain, I want to climb it.
Admiring it from afar is not enough.
It seems too easy.
It beckons me to touch it’s windswept surface.
I completely lose my sense of judgment as I eye up the rugged rock basking in the sun.
From a distance, the idea seems so achievable…a piece of cake.
With that in mind, I imagine what I’d take with me for the ascent.
Protein bars and water should suffice. What more would I need?
The beauty seems to outweigh the danger as I admire the jagged peaks reaching majestically towards the clouds or perhaps….heaven.
It is raw.
It is untouched, waiting for soft hands and trusty hiking boots to politely interrupt it’s desolate existence.
It may be towering, but many have climbed a tower.
One foot in front of the other, I surely know how to climb.
What is the source of my hesitance?
A tiny but ever so present voice telling me no is all that stops me.
The voice of reality as we have been taught.
A whisper of sensibility branded in my brain, reasoning me down from my earthy ideas.
“Someday” is all I can say.
“Somehow” is not in my vocabulary for I have already scaled the mountain many times in my sleep, in my dreams ….. in my mind.
mishunderstood 