Daily decay’s
Raging presence
Death’s fragrance
Fills me deeply.
Then that morning’s
Ragged breathing,
Brutal truth of
Impending silence.
Tag: Poetry
Thanks
My great readership
Creates in me happiness
Delight in sharing
Flowing
Force directing things
Little impedes progress
Thus motion, nearly continuous,
Captures my attention
Pulls me close
I cannot escape the
Pleading gaze
My choices speak
To life’s future
Me.
Compassion’s Call
Compassion’s call loud
At the center of my life
Spring’s gentle rains calm
And Finally Sunday
This day of resting
Rejuvenating our beings
Again preparing
Saturday Calls
Outside beckoning
Summoning us towards action
Joyous rigors: life
And now Friday
As our labors slack
Passions which enrich our lives
Finally given air
Wednesday Rains
Listen to raindrops
Rattling rooftops gently
Soon forging rivers
Forgotten Tomorrow
Into the edgeÂ
Of the forgotten tomorrow.Â
Faster than the
Flights of dreams.
Come my heart.Â
More powerful than
This vacant, dustyÂ
Fantasy. Enrichment
Filled senses
Collapse into
Mindlessness.
Tuesday
This week continues
Finish yesterday’s missed stuff.
Little creation.
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