Such a strange thing,
This loneliness within
Despair’s deep abyss
For it harbors many,
Many hearts.
Category: Poetry
Wings
Between its back and the sky
Flutters the prevention of doom.
Gentle buzz accompanies
Resistance to gravity’s
Demanding call.
Compassion
Maybe, just maybe
We will let compassion live
Deeply within us.
Fearlessness
Fearlessness,
So hard to embrace.
Fear serves us well.
Protection from malice.
Yet, this protective weave
Eventually stifles growth.
We prattle on
About not letting fear
Control our lives.
And yet, so often, it
Does. Aversion to risk
Really the highest calling?
I seek freedom from
Fears. From that strangulated
Grasp, embracing what may
Come, trusting in both
My ability to hold the joy
And that good will come.
Haiku for Resting Active Minds
Sometimes our actions
Are more critical for rest
Than calmly sitting.
The Illusion of Distance
Distance sometimes
Seeks to play tricks
Upon our hearts.
The torment of
Separation a magnificent
Illusion. Love connects
Deeper than space/time.
We are no farther apart
Than our dreams.
Evening haiku
Wise blender of words
Crafting meaning from the wind.
Lost in summer’s song.
Fearful Spaces
I am not afraid
Of the abyss.
This dark, hollow space,
Deep within.
Inside my soul,
Body, staring into murky depths
Hidden from sight.
Walls grown around it,
Status quo.
Distance
Out in the distance
From memory’s furthest edge.
A train whistle.
My Writing’s Evolution
Noticing my poetry’s evolution. Once, my focus was flowing words, rich in descriptors, often verbose. Now, now I so often seek brevity. Driving to strip distraction, superfluous text, longing to grasp the core meaning, what lurks at the deepest recesses. Often I fail, but that hardly dissuades me. Much like Thoreau’s failure to attain the rich independence alongside the pond, failure is no shame. To stretch, dream, depart from the norm and traditional, daring something new; the results never match the dream. Its always so much richer.
Grasping hold of dreams, daring to work them real, that’s my newest focus. Seek out the new, the never-done daring deeds of the heart. To live fully engulfed within a creative vortex, fearlessly facing the winds, that is what I seek to build now.
My poetry is the focus of another site:
Http://questionsall.wordpress.com
I’ll endeavor to post daily. Challenging, pushing myself forward, beyond the limits of fear.
Such is my dream.