Force directing things
Little impedes progress
Thus motion, nearly continuous,
Captures my attention
Pulls me close
I cannot escape the
Pleading gaze
My choices speak
To life’s future
Me.
Tag: poetry
Compassion’s Call
Compassion’s call loud
At the center of my life
Spring’s gentle rains calm
And Finally Sunday
This day of resting
Rejuvenating our beings
Again preparing
Saturday Calls
Outside beckoning
Summoning us towards action
Joyous rigors: life
And now Friday
As our labors slack
Passions which enrich our lives
Finally given air
Wednesday Rains
Listen to raindrops
Rattling rooftops gently
Soon forging rivers
Forgotten Tomorrow
Into the edge
Of the forgotten tomorrow.
Faster than the
Flights of dreams.
Come my heart.
More powerful than
This vacant, dusty
Fantasy. Enrichment
Filled senses
Collapse into
Mindlessness.
Tuesday
This week continues
Finish yesterday’s missed stuff.
Little creation.
World Poetry Day
As today is World Poetry Day, I offer up this contribution:
Shall we celebrate power?
Speaking conscience to the brutal.
When nothing else can resist.
Words sharper than swords?
Or those words capturing love?
That exquisite, maddening
Sensation. Delightful, painful,
No greater sorrow, or pleasure.
Poetry, indefinable, glorious
Mystery. Savor this moment
For soon we shall recommence
Our most divine torment.
Strength
I shall explore life
It shall implode within me
Now only myself