Firelight illuminates Shadows add depth We are the sum of both the seen And unseen Even to ourselves Self is blinded perhaps Most of all. What rises to the surface when heat is applied Reveals things more precious Than spent time Sitting in the warmth But without the heat I guess it’s a little obscure […]
Good morning It’s not about what’s done Or to be done Or what was done What’s done is done And it’s not life Life is being aware The simple meeting Eyes in the mirror Catching your breath Metacognition Why did I think that? Life is the invitation That strolls into your head Says Forget all […]
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A bird sings a song But it has a voice I think That’s a magpie calling But the bird Sings its words According to choice As do I Calling in my voice Of the sky and the sea In human dialect Familiar Strange And somewhere beneath Is me Poetry Cadence Rhythm And how we are […]
I awoke worried By a fiend of my brain Figment of imagination It cast no shadow as I turned on the light Nor ever will These things which make us fret Toss and turn Tumbling heartbeats in our sleep Are not real To reach out a hand is to smite a ghost The only head […]
We hold ourselves to impossible standards sometimes
The cloud was like a dragon It terrified me I flipped it into a flower And now I am free Thoughts come and go We don’t have to construe We can let them be clouds And allow them to move Freely
The small ant struggles beneath the carcasses of crumb it carries I can barely see it’s tiny legs beneath Relentlessly it marches The crumb sways I hold my breath in sympathy And I feel like that is Christmas this year All the plans Preparations The heavy burden it turns into “Drop it, it’s not worth […]
I learned from the flood that it will stop raining eventually and the water will reach up to the eaves submerge the roof until the house dissapears and so does the earth but eventually the sky ceases to cry and the flood recedes the ground to dry and then grow grass and no one looking […]
The smell of pencil shavings Soft wooden curls lined with graphite The sharpener whirrs I blow on the blade Dust floats to the bin Tools made sharper I sit again The example is before me The rest makes sense I draw the lines Stitching neurons in my head The satisfaction of making sense Is a […]
