“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label silver linings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silver linings. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
More Lore
Her fingers finally feel longer to her.
The ears and nose never stop growing.
Her feet are done.
Her brother, here first, walked and drove
at his own pace and patience grew taller.
Sprouting new grey hairs that draw silver lines
over peach fuzz, made coarseness more reflective
and full and great amens.
There are no coincidences in story.
The ending we will never read.
Ends meet and repeat.
One of a kind assumes kind came first.
Always out of touch with clouds that contain
snowflakes, we thought we could melt together.
Instead we end up in grey
lines of silver and touching someone with story.
Artwork by Pietro da Cortona, c. 1632-1639, in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, January 13, 2017
Add ages
Don't let them tell you
You had just one job,
they always expected more.
They say, Just be yourself,
as though given a choice.
Stand up for yourself.
Don't believe enough is ever enough,
it is only enough.
The first bird and the last owl
awake
are equal aviators
afflicted with (chronic) fomo-curious-itosis.
Silver bullets and linings should help save us
before things change anymore.
We have nothing better to do
than keep busy, make haste and donate
to causes
we make no effect on reason
such as why the wherewithall has
deteriorated and became dilapidated into
three-wheeling metallic adages.
Don't ask. Don't listen. Don’t look Back.
Don't do them.
Reason is revived with hind-
sight. You will see later.
The Truth
will set you free
to follow your heart,
to do what you love,
to be mindful,
to forgive and forget
Thyself
and rest in peace
lying down.
Take it.
Your Time
is up.
Monday, October 10, 2016
This way to today
The sun burst forth its light of day
from the desert floor and climbed white-knuckled over
the frosty rooftops
beaming a widening smile,
exhaling puffs or clouds
released in a distinct triangular way.
It dawned upon me,
low lit in golden rays, a sea of
silver hairs and etched face lines, wisps of cirrus water
afloat, I am Just
in Time.
Mercurial matters as these at sunrise
the ambience of obvious juncture
enlightenment-the way-
the light leads the I -
Back to the horizon.
Yet again...
This must be the first
genesis
Trinity taking the shape of day
like this one, our only Sun.
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