Resilience

When one says,

Actions speak

Louder than words spoken,

It moves atoms around in the air,

Between one mouth with two lips

To two ears on one head,

Which alters the space between

And shifts reds and blues

Where one views the plan ahead

As needing more suspense

And periods

Sharp words etch punctuation

Like scars to be read one way.

With more movement than meaning,

One mind may make matters

Participate with Noise.

In one sense,

Seeing is believing

In silence. 




Painting by Edward Robert Hughes [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Working up to it

We had hopes

And held on

To air

Imagine this, delicately, with your fingers.

Tell me,

Is your faith strong, rigid, cold?

When we close our eyes, nowadays,

our metronome is muffled with backfire.

It is still

So busy so

We try to think

Optimistic, or up,

But that is not doing

Anything

For lift.

We had work to do, we all knew

Sweat

Yet, we hoped it would all get done.

Painting by Paul Peel [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

A cool breeze hits a sweaty brow

Too busy to look up
tethered with tension
down my leaden limbs
tiny things gathered
and amassed
yet-so easily dissipated, blown away

Here, first, things first-
someone's last chance
blows by
why
ask
any-
more
?


Painting by Jean-François Millet [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.