Deep, strong, and steady,
A breath guides the glowing glass
Into its new form.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Driving Questions
Arbitrary or art,
Physics or fate –
Does it hold us, bound,
Or drive us to create?
Dare we wait ’til tomorrow
When tomorrows won’t wait?
How can we know if
Tomorrow’s too late?
Writing: a Cinquain
Writing
wonderful, horrid
drains, inspires, baffles
brings joy almost always
Life
Drifting Thoughts
It’s been said that my thought patterns are like overlapping circles of lightning… I’m not entirely sure what that means.
Caught in the Rush
In pristine white, the panicked figure
Dashes to and fro, a weighty stack
Of pages in its hands.
Unfilled and unfinished,
Each page sends forth a call,
Demanding time, energy, and
Focus – begging for resolution.
One here. One there. Like
A pinball in a room of
Magnets powered in surges
Of their own wants and needs,
It fights for control
Even as it fights to succeed.
And so the figure rushes,
Following the yanks and pulls
Of each page, each goal:
Split into infinity,
And perpetually caught
In others’ needs.
Guzzled & Gone
We want to guzzle life,
Experience everything at once,
Now, right out of college,
As soon as we can:
Money, success, family,
Travel, and fame
Must all be now –
Or else we fail.
Even though drops
Escape our lips
And fall, untasted,
From our haste.
Lamented only later
When the cup has
Long been dry,
And we marvel at
How quickly
All our dreams
Have passed us by.
Untitled
The melancholy notes of the organ
Pierce the world in a heartbeat of tears.
Over it, the words portray a
Dazed numbness and fragile survival,
More will than recovery,
Less living than existing.
The build of notes overwhelms empathy,
Filling then overflowing it,
Until the listener is gifted with a
Peace the author doesn’t have to give
Both blessing and bittersweet:
Catharsis.
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