poetry, prose, and photography
For some, “seizing the moment”
Involves a death grip.
Hold that moment forever
Or until it’s torn from our
Grasping, finite fingers.
I seek, simply, to be fully in
Each moment. To savor each
Second dearly. Taste each piece
And fully know it, before it
Collapses into the vaporous
Collective of memory.
Sometimes, my goal is
Simple: don’t screw things
Up, don’t make it worse.
Really, the best I offer?
Love, to care, gently holding
Small pieces of this
Life, and try to help them
Feel their glorious uniqueness.
Maybe, just maybe, bring a
Little bit more light into
This angry, bitter world.
Of such I dream.
Awoke to bird song.
Emotions flittering past
This morning’s blessing.
Metal descends
Hissing loudly
Linear flow
Impacting bone
Nerves, spine
Seperated from
Itself. These
Strange acts
Of brutal
Mercy.
Ugliness flowing
Brutal words’ graceless crushing
The delights of rage
Such strange wanderings
Feet trampling earth’s corners
Journey’s stretching forth.
Weariness grabs my soul
Dragging eyes downwards
Below my stride, footsteps
Striking quietly upon
Concrete, stone, pedestrian
Elements of suburban life.
Sunlight flows downwards
Colors washing mountainsides
Red domination.
I cannot explain
The depths of my heart
Nor can anyone clearly.
Perhaps that’s
What’s meant by
“We’re alone”.
Yet, when we go
Deeper than words
Touching souls becomes
Possible.
Word Shaper 