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.

Wednesday

Now, the week’s center
Mystical place of balance
Sunlight drifts forwards

Here I stand

And so I stand
Upon this green hill
Watching the rage filled
Banter below. Unable
To comprehend, to
Descend, swinging
Into the mass melee
Of standard life.
I must stand aside
Playfully exploring
Within the forgotten
Grasses on this hill-top
Field, lost within the
Echoing glory of the
Neglected and unseen.