sign of our times
hunger remains
blood rivers
hope songs flow
through our veins
seeking remedy
a child’s play
colours an empty street
slow steps quiet day
human hearts beat
Love waits~
Seventeen Hearts Door
Tag Archives: survival
Then A Bird
a bird then
not new
who hasn’t mused once
about the grace of flying?
to escape
to rise
to witness below from above
just to soar
unaffected
beyond the quotidian
to alight in a leafy tree awhile
ponder or chirp or peck
while a song of the heart rises
undaunted by threat
out of range of earthly chaos
I choose bird form for this drift
this brief suspension of human shape
temporarily exchanged
for expanse of wings
transportation dependable and stealth
for subtle feather layers
armour for a bruised heart
and soul bracing for turbulence
sights on an ebullient horizon~
How to Survive
sad stories
linger
sad stories
everywhere
between shadows
sometimes
weak and pale
still it shines
close your
eyes
turn toward
the light~
Wonder
so wonder at the turn
what was yesterday
led into a labyrinth
grey and stained
decide your next move
driver be not passive
passenger I know
it can be easy to forget
let go take the ride
as it comes
closing eyes beckoning
disaster but who among
us draws ecstasy by slivers
defines power by surrender
broken fingers
crippling shards embed
scar your knees
still you breathe
and you climb
you gasp for life
out of bed
for wonder opens again
like possibility shivers
before sun warms
dawn of this new day🪶
Trails
With each step you draw ever near Wind whispers come on lean into your edges Filtered light leads you along this one way path Hum your melancholy melody in a minor key You are not lost just drifting through This place is everywhere and nowhere Cross that emerald pond to another side Your horse with wings waits there for you to ride
opening
There’s an opening in the sky
bright like idea clouds over head
Watch out for tall trees
Watch out for wind in rain drenched leaves
Watch out for burdens
taking up too much of your waking time
Pull me close
Pull me over to the side of this road
when you’re speeding
I will pass you through
My green will slow your heart down
Bare Windows
I look out upon the landscape
broken hearts lay everywhere
no covers on these windows
no shades no shelter from harsh mouthed mothers of opinion
no words of wisdom or compassion too few hands to care
but I hear night stars still tell wonder stories
and if we listen they will shine our fears away
when we feel lost or sad or lonely
when we’re tossed into chaos winds of if only
silent stars are rising up to guide the way
Silent Ghosts of Abundance
I was huff running on a treadmill in the utilitarian grey zone
one of many in a row monitoring heart rates and breathing hard
listening to Hayden or Taj Mahal or maybe The Tragically Hip
who can remember when the setting is permanently on shuffle?
I was repeating a mantra something about the importance of anti-heroism
visualizing myself not a speed sprinter for speed is not in vocabulary here
but an enduring ego long distance never surrender steady on medium paced trotter
Light-footed I do not like the sound of a heavy stomp landing
I was watching through myopic eyes the silent stealth of the fit and semi fit and average
listening for the underbeat of a motivating cue and aware of free flowing thoughts
You you you holographs suspended in the ether I know you or knew you
Dormant for one hundred years but alive and well dancing in your effect
I cannot run forever going nowhere while staring straight ahead into the blur
Nor can I thank you now from this distance and with my voice grown so weak
Unless I believe you present for this fragment next to me after and through time
Yes maybe that’s all there is or what must do, good after gratitude is still gratitude
Where are you where am I scrolling light years between faces and half dreams
I welcome your resurfacing to remind me of all the memories hovering beyond reach
randomly appearing unbidden as I forget about trying to remember your names
You whose temporary life collisions held the keys unlocking doors of obstruction
gifted generously so I might pass this far intact. Cumulative and barely panting.
Carry
In that moment you have a choice
There’s always a choice.
Someone free said that once.
Afterward.
In that moment when you’re convinced
you’ve heard the crack of bone
your leaking heart losing faith
dissonant grace
felt it, felt yourself
F
a
l
l
You know with certainty something has broken
What comes next?
Even if you don’t know yet if there’s anything there
worth groping for, worth saving—
Can you hear the music through the roar and rumble
Can you still hum some favourite tune
a few bars to hold onto
some sorrowful blues maybe
some cowboy gush of lonely bravado
some whimsical ditty
to carry you through?
Limning
Who or what do you cling to
after bottom’s fractured and you weightless
somewhere sinking
you’re in too deep
drowning drowning going down
do you flail take on dank waters in staccato swallows
have you made ready key and timbre of
your Desperation Shout
And who in this wilderness will hear?
What foolish imp inside convinced you
land stumbler you could swim against
this ten thousand years determined and sinister tide
Did you read it somewhere?
Who was the sage who counselled
never skip introductions or footnotes
never accept half promises or a one way ride
never look behind
you know what’s buried there
raise a hand
give yes open flutter up receive
Water bearer water sign no warranty
dreamy titles won’t help you here:
you select flounder swim
speak or drown.