Assembled in bits and blocks –
Built and rebuilt and built again
As moments inspire, and years destroy.
Shaped by souls, study, and society
From overarching shape to enfolding voids:
A life’s achievement and frame, as well,
Completed without plan or oversight.
Category Archives: Poetry
Assembled in Bits and Blocks
Sunlight Acrostic
Soothing warmth
Unholy pain
New life’s food
Leaching drain
Inviting brightness
Glaring blindness
Hope for the harvest
Terror for the same
A Dozen, a Multitude, a Score
A dozen, a multitude, a score –
The paths stretch forward, back, beyond.
First steps so clear, so precise.
Too quickly, the paths turn and twist:
The steps fade, blur, and obscure,
Leaving the path’s distant end
In dark, unsettled uncertainty.
It Traps
Gray matter emblazoned with patterns and paths,
Taught, learned, innate, and in-between.
Like a spymaster, it traps information
And sends it through those labarynthian paths,
Never seeing the walls of its own creation.
All-encompassing Rage
All-encompassing rage
Bursts forth like fireworks:
Fast, percussive, and screaming.
Constrained in a cage
Of forced civility –
All internal
But for wisps
Of escaping smoke.
Questions Once Answered
Questions once answered
Now scream, incomplete.
Truths once assured
Now weep, insufficient.
Wishes once anticipated
Now wither, insufferable.
Wounds once cauterized
Now bleed, indiscreet.
The Voices of Pain
“Don’t give up!”
One cries to others,
For it too well remembers
How a light so snuffed
Shatters and sunders
Those left behind.
“Make it stop!”
Another screams silently,
For it too strongly feels
How a life subtly skewed
Shackles and slices
Those bleeding inside.
“Leave me alone!”
Whimpers the one
That too deeply knows
How powers held singly
Falter and fragment
When faced only outward.
“Be with me!”
Begs yet another
That too clearly sees
How days left but not lived
Frighten and fracture
When paced ever onward.
From whimpers to curses
And whispers to screams,
They overwhelm and overflow
Mind, soul, and senses:
A cacophony of can’ts
An onslaught of shoulds.
From crescendos to solos
And all in between
The chorus continues:
To all but their target,
Unheard and unseen.
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