Thursday, August 10, 2017

Fleeting Moments

Passes swerve, a shadow up a mountain.
Snow valleys litter.
Like strewn blobs of paper,
a writer's infinite attempts at free verse.

A mountain trail here
and an eager stream there,
the recluse makes an appearance.

Closeted in hearty laughter of a jocund company,
hidden in mindless banter.
Not anymore.
The mountains engulf. They fill a void. 

But like lonely caves in a forgotten civilization's past,
they create another.
Hollow, but deep.

Rivers move on, like a clock's hands.
They ebb and flow as they please.
Upon meandering paths, up mighty peaks,
down crooked crevasses. 

Tales weave themselves in and out of a distant mind.
Lost, bipolar and ecstatic.
A puppet, stringed in nature's game.

Fleeting moments, like a lightning's streak,
flash and fade. They flow with a river's song,
they rise like a mountain's pride
and fall like a stream's humility.

And then, out there, in the real world,
plains gather dust. Concrete jungles tempt a living.
They are on their own trip.

But that fleeting moment,
is it really over when it ends?


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Star Gazer

In their millions, they shine, 
Some gleeful, some whine 

She sits, cross legged, soaking them in. 
The noises in her head, a loud din

Then a shooting star lights up the night.
Those troubled noises fleet, put up a vain fight.

She smiles to herself, wishing upon a star. 
The star smiles back, so near yet so far.

They weave a blanket and sing a sweet song. 
That only she can hear, all night long. 

Why wonder what shapes shimmering stars make?
Why trace back time, for whose sake?

You're a mere speck, in a mammoth universe.
You're an accident, a result of a Big Bang, for better or for worse.

The stars shine today, as they did yesterday,
They will shine on, here, there or away.

She looks down, her neck sprained.
Stars call her back, desires restrained. 

She looks up one last time, she tells them, she misses him. 
The stars shine on: He can see us too, don't be grim.

She smiles, a lonely star gazer.
As twinkling stars chide and chase her.



Friday, March 31, 2017

Fear of the Known


Tread on a road less taken,
On lands long forsaken.

Swerving hairpin bends,
A shady alley that never ends.

Steep, rocky, a warmer clime,
Far-removed from man and time.

Down dark, unforgiving lanes.
Mirages fool, like sparkling panes.

But it’s all as new as a sun-kissed day.
Trials or quests, call it what you may.

Care not for the familiar.
How long can you hold it dear?

Where the same river flows,
Where the same star glows.

Dancing to the same tune.
Same desert, same dune.

Like going in circles, round and round.
Chained in dreary shackles that bound.

Break free, fly away, be a mystery.
Conquer a mountain, flag victory.

The unseen, the unheard, the unknown.
Undo the fear of the known.



Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Doubling Up

That noise in the silence 
A stillness that moves.
Calming, this violence
Warring peace ensues.

A longing soars humbly,
In its shallow depth.
That feeling so numbly
Alive in its death. 

Those brittle words stay,
Carving broken promises.
Making a stubborn heart sway,
A blink the mind misses.

Oblivious to the obvious,
Reckless clues, careless signs.
An innocence that's devious
A brimming feeling resigns.

Pushing, shoving, I give it my all.
Double up, hope, and stay true.
In all honesty, In no manner small,
That's really the best I can do.