Journeying these streets
This tiny northern city
Gentle waves on stones
A meditation during my wanderings today.
Tag: poetry
Tragedy and Balance
Rage at the moment
Fluttering away like air;
Tragedy’s horror
Struggling with the past
Finding myself trapped
The past remains within
Hindering progress
After a Nightmare
Woke from a nightmare
Dreams of death and resistance
To birdsong outside
What’s Actually Done
I find it painful
At the end of busyness
Nothing accomplished
Monday passes
Dusk fades to darkness
Today’s manic striving ends
A respite until dawn
Uninspiration
Uninspiration
Dryness of my soul
Seeps downwards
Deep within, then
Gently tapping upon
My roof, winter rain.
Roots healed and
Life returns.
Dawn Approaches
It is not yet dawn
Life begins manic stirrings
Night’s calm succumbing
Upon my couch
Fighting this illness
Wheezing more than I can stand
Rainfall comforts me
Focus
Distraction, empty;
“Now”, the moment powerful.
Rain flows from branches