The opportunity is there
We owe it to ourselves
If you haven’t
You must
Think beyond
Think outside
Just think
There is so much more
So much to experience
So much to life
I urge you
Think beyond
Think outside
Just think
Beyond borders
Beyond race
Beyond religion
Beyond differences
Wouldn’t that be freeing?
To think outside?
Just think
As if we were merely inept travellers wandering here
we chose to move along a path
which has no clear objective,
but only earth ahead, coiling into a tangled undergrowth.
Purpose is a fickle place which slips away
while we search it out, and we lose direction,
shuffle madly as we stray around a maze
of wet days, and nights without the solace of moon or stars.
Our boots and clothes are tattered now,
fatally frayed about the edges, and we cannot see
how sky and sea become snarled, and trees retrench
when we venture forward in this stubborn spinney.
But oh, the grace of it, to stumble upon sinewy headlands
and scorched hills, to embrace this new landscape
as it fans out before us, with no swank to it,
but only heat swelter and haze and struggling whin,
barbs ready to breathe discrete designs along our skin.
spring horizon
after our first date
a drizzle of texts
spring morning
walking you down the aisle
blossoms in a cool breeze
spring afternoon
cradling you in my arms
warm blue skies
spring sunset
sharing our memories
an abandoned nest
As the ancient tribe of wandering poets
Pushing and prodding
Crisis and passion drawn
From the central library of time
In ink and blood explaining
As only poems are able
The organic airborne substance
Defining the human condition
In the period when they penned
Digging deeper and deeper
Where meanings converging
Melt all over the lines
Perception teases
Tickling curious minds
In every way hunting seeking
Until you have a hundred answers
And every answer is right
And every answer is wrong
But the unfulfilled poem stands
Like an inoperable iron monolith
Unflappable in it’s position
And we write about anything
Floating in from anyplace
From everywhere
Things we didn’t know we didn’t know
Things we didn’t know we knew
Hopes the poem will fit the puzzle
And teach us how to trust
Travel
the skipping
path
of bloodstream
up the
column
of dreaming smoke
dance
across shoulders
blink as you step
discover
inner peace.
We are the beat of nature’s heart,
the earth is our heaven
and the sun our breath,
through our heart journey’s
the eternity unfolds and encircles us
with her gentle hands,
there is no end or return, no answer,
just one spark flickers.
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In case you
could not
tell by a flash
of lightning
the vivid cackle
I’ve done it
made my monster
after all.