“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label opportunity. Show all posts
Sunday, March 3, 2019
Wait and see
That is how things collapse,
you know how it goes,
all at once.
From experience,
there was no other way.
I survived a major earthquake,
yet none jolt the nerves like those
fault lines
connected to the heart.
So, it is never
really one thing-at a time,
rather what we choose to do or see
about it,
like finding a moldy blueberry
and leaving it with the rest.
It makes one turn to meat,
foregoing the fruit.
There is a dotted line between
poison and penicillin.
There is more to throw away
than keep.
Rebuilding is going to require
everything,
except
accepting to live in the rubble
of what once stood
up to/against.
Image credited by Nyttend in [Public domain].
Friday, August 31, 2018
Marker
is essential for crossing over
leaving one place, entering another.
A transference or transcendence
if done intentionally
the past stays outside.
It occurs to me rather suddenly,
despite making plans and beds,
tucking corners and ducking blows,
this was all about some body,
a place to rest
and what to do with what remains.
I have reconsidered
that it may be the most selfless thing
to be buried in a plot, or swallowed by a sinkhole,
instead of scattered
to sea, disbursed widely
without
a mark(er), a fold or ripple,
a place
where others can go
to meet with Memory.
This is the last thing I can do
for those whom I held the door for,
for those that may be missing and seeking
my presence-
No body
needed more than a place to rest.
Painting By John Singer Sargent [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons, 'Open Doorway, Morroco, c 1879.
Painting By John Singer Sargent [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons, 'Open Doorway, Morroco, c 1879.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Knock on would
When your back is against the wall,
you must turn around and face it-
when you do,
you will notice
it was a door
all along.
Image by By Bill Jacobus [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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