Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
April 12, 2017
I think of living
Of feeling
Of breathing
I think of time
Of past and future
Of present
I think of stopping
of going
I think of maybes
of hope
I think of ups
Of downs
I think of you
Of me
And I think
I think about thinking
I think and therefore know
I am
still
And I am thankful
For all the things of which I think
Because of them
I am
April 7, 2017
Uprooted unexpectedly
Frozen
Blizzard of mind
Meeting Nor’easter
That pushed past limits
Chasing snowmen
She lost footing
Losing
Sight
Snow Blind,
she could no longer see.
Reality,
She knew not.
Lost
Blown off course
Paralyzed
Doubled over
Then
found.
Fragmented.
Then
Rebuilt
Reborn
Finding self
Emancipation.
As she walks now,
aware of
where
she has been,
what
she has been,
Done
And seen,
To recognize fact from fiction
She keeps anchor
In mind
In hand
She is shifting vision
clarifying sight
And mind.
March 16, 2016
We are Titans
Born of and dubbed,
the name.
Meek and small
We may seem
Voices quiet
But we are braves.
Untold stories line
The pages of our minds
tell tales of
the battles waged,
the deeds done,
the monsters wrestled.
We remain stoic,
unknown soldiers,
weighted still; still.
Unnoticed yet,
but standing out;
as titans
our name remains.
She had forgotten
herself time and time again.
Her visage is new.
Life raft bobbed,
A buoy
on calm water,
heat of morning sun expanding,
warming salty air
whispering “good morning”
to a solo voyager.
Heavy eyelids slowly open,
waking,
with dreams fading
with the feel
of usual sea mist.
What day this was,
And how many
there had been,
She could not be sure
Instinctively,
she glanced at her compass,
Nested in palm,
To find hand empty,
with no compass
at all.
My Love
I am breathing still
I thought you should know
Love
I keep moving on
With waves that surge
And Crests that fall
For you
My love
Closer
Stronger
Journey ever longer
I have grown
Wait and see!
Oh the stories we shall tell,
Of two voyagers
Lost upon this raging sea
Ever more,
For you
My love
The wind may howl
The rain may sting
But should it take a day longer
I will be
Still voyaging to
My lost heart,
My love upon
The sea
For water compares naught
To oceans in heart
That pull by moon,
Toward you.
She of Letters 