…and so it is

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It’s damp outside
After the passing
Of an early morning shower –
Rain drops lingering on blades of grass
On the red leaves of the maple
On a stray spring beauty
Confused by the cool of the morn
By the light beyond the dawn –
And so it is
About life
Never set in stone
No way to know
When next
To light the candle
When next to dance
With the strings of the symphony
When to hide
In the darkest of shadows

It’s damp outside
The brief morning shower
Moving with the breath
Of the breeze
To a place
Unfamiliar
Leaving behind its footprints
Of a life
Unexpected
Raindrops on the sidewalk
Awaiting the sun
To carry them home –
And so it is
About life
Passing us by
In one brief moment
No way to know
When next
To turn the page
When next to dance
With the shadows in the lamplight
When to hide
Neath the wings of a sparrow

And so it is…

Michael33

In the Quiet

In the Quiet

 

It is far too quiet in this moment
Not one single angel
Whispering in the stillness
Not one vestal virgin
To tend the fire
Even the smoke
No longer lingers
But in the distance
Of a memory
Yet love…
Still remains
Beneath the brume

Michael33

In Between

In Between

The dawn has not broken
Through the darkness
The darkness has not left behind
What yesterday brought to light
Yet in between
We find ourselves
In the darkness fore the dawn
Lingering in the wonder
Of tomorrow

Michael33

Rising Tide

My beautiful picture

If I could see the light
Above the hole that I have dug
If I could change my coffee
Into wine inside my mug
If I could walk on water
And escape the rising tide
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the drowning

If I could gather round me
All the thoughts that make me smile
If I could only linger
In the laughter for a while
If I could rise above it
Finding hope beneath the clouds
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the gibbet

If I could feel the pain
Inside the soul that I have killed
If I could only breathe
Inside the poisons I have spilled
If I could walk away today
Inside another’s shoes
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the fire

If I could see the light
Above the hole that I have dug
If I could turn my back
Upon the alcohol and drugs
If I could fly to distant shores
And find one trusted friend
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the drowning

Please reach out to those who are searching...

Michael33

The Sound of the Sparrow

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The Sound of the Sparrow

We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in the silence
Like a soft rain on a Sunday morn
Awaiting the beautiful sound
Of the sparrow

Often we may linger
Only briefly fore your eyes
Like diaphanous hues of dawn
Awaiting the sun

We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in the stillness
Like moonlight cross a fathomless sea
Reaching for the depth
Of what’s unknown

Often we may wander
Past the corner of your eye
Like shadows from the lamplight
Awaiting dawn

We’ve always been here
Some of us just lingering in repose
Like the muse upon the mountain top
Awaiting the beautiful sound
Of the sparrow

Michael33

With Willow’s Grace

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Willow’s Grace

I don’t know
What becomes of us
A drop a rain
A grain of dust
A gust of wind
That bends
The willow’s grace

Perhaps it is only fate
That finds
The ray of light
The state of mind
A grain of sand
In hands
Of warm embrace

Perhaps to wander
Deep blue skies
When sparrows sing
Where angels fly
A verse in rhyme
That time
Cannot erase

I don’t know
What becomes of us
A drop of rain
A grain of dust
A mindful blend
To bend
With willow’s grace

Michael33

Knowing One from the Other

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Due to circumstances that I would prefer not to discuss on this blog (though many of you are aware of those circumstances by reading my other blog) I have not written anything as of late that I would consider worthy of posting.  I hope to return to writing poetry of at least some value very soon.  Until that time… please enjoy a post from the past that I am sure many of you have not read before and those of you who have… I hope will enjoy once again.

Knowing One from the Other

I am stumbling in between them…
All that is beautiful in the world
And the depths of my insanity…
Enchanted by my own ignorance
Of not knowing one from the other…
Confused as to which one
Breathes the reality of my being
And the one embroidering
The beauty within my mind…

Do the fields of lavender
Swaying with the gentle breeze
Possess more beauty
Than the hues of indigo
Surrounding the sadness of a broken heart…
Do the rhymes of the greatest poets
Fulfill my longing more completely
Than the ancient runes
That echo in my head
From the voices
That no one else can hear…

Perhaps reality does not exist…
Except for what dwells
Within our own darkness
Lingering in the thoughts
That no one else can touch…
The truths that no one else dare to wonder…
Wandering amongst the creatures
Who shadow our perception
Of what is real…

For none of us would be who we are
Without the shadows that prowl our minds…
The one’s we share with no one…
The one’s that no one dare
Look deep enough inside our souls
To awaken…
For no one possesses the audacity to
Tempt the creatures of another…
Unless, of course…
They too are standing in the middle
Of what is beautiful
And the depths of their own insanity…
Enchanted by their own ignorance
Of not knowing –
One from the other…

Michael33