Little Moments

Breezes whisper
soft little melodies
golden lisping glimpses of yesterdays games

I miss...
foot-baths in spring run off
splashing down the gutter
by the road

Toes in fresh soil
amber firelight
and breezes

Up in the mountain
silent sounds
like crickets and birds

Mechanical shut down

Sleeping sound slumber
hammock swaying back and forth
pushed by feet
free of shoes

Little bugs, running up and down trees
little voices calling my name
presents, like dandelions and rocks

I miss you
John Denver
Annies Song

Annies happy moments
curled up with a book
as we drive

Dad, I miss your stories
how many times will I get to drive with you?
How many more times?

I miss...
fish hooks, and lakes
sandy toes
driftwood

I wish

I hope

I will have more moments like these

Fortunate

I am fortunate

Not always wise, rather foolish ineed

Can I say that I'm not?

Not me

Why then fortunate?

though foolish

I am loved

I am fortunate

Love or Hate?

Potent, powerful, essence

A glimmer of thought trails my hidden cheek

venom spreads from word and deed

working on,

though the wounds seem to have healed

love, a fissure of light on a heart

a tender wound, a silent hurt

use your venom elsewhere

I cannot breathe

You hate me well

Long Thoughts

Intuition

Time and season

Good and bad

Wait

Patience

Trust

Force

Force cannot overcome

Nor wishing it so

Frustration from such a course

I could not speak

My words snatched out of frustration

I could not pray

Enveloped in disbelief

Every word like a condemnation

All on hold

Till the time I could prove myself

I came like a visitor

A vision

Wandering through grief

Wandering


Silent tears in my eyes

Timid


If I could explain anything at all, it would be that I

I the silent wanderer

entered the realm of pain

Grey

Everything was grey

Including my love

It had darkened from misuse

Mistrust

It was fastened upon a hope

Dashed away

I could not grasp for hopes continually dragged through the mud

So I let go

Grasping at some other hopes instead

Buried Alive

Listen

Signals come from everywhere

Subtle

Listen

Can you hear the silence?

The silence before the storm?

Stirs the soul

Listen

Pain speaks

Grief

Grief buried alive

Stirs the soul

In the silence before the storm

Negative

Negative

I swam in it once

The draining force

It's like a vortex, sucking and pulling you in

Sand

Creeping into everything

Wears you out

Sad to say

Bear Traps

Freely speaking, freedom

A silence that flows from the depths of the past

You would bear me up? Bear up then tear down

Tear me down

Like life hasn't already

Bear traps and soft words are similar

SNAP

You are caught

Fool

Mountains

My heart belongs to the mountains

Constant friends, inspiring

I gaze, wondering

What secrets they hold

The Boy in The Bubble