Turbulent Flow - Patterns from Chaos

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

to Monday from Sunday

ah Monday I do see your countenance
compelling me to don the plate and mail
to gird my loins assume a warrior's stance
prepare for battle and the week's travail

but Sunday's deemed by deities for rest
reflection on things other than the work
with which weekdays and often nights are blessed
as 'tween and 'twixt our tasks we're often jerked

so Monday you'll excuse my reticence
to recognize your premature onslaught
'tis Sunday I'll negate your puissance
with suitable libation in a draught

like death and taxes Monday's time will come
but 'til then raise a toast to all that's fun

Saturday, May 7, 2016

small affronts like pebbles tossed
just hard enough to bruise
accumulate to marbling
in slightly morbid hues
which never seem to go away
but certainly evolve
until the roiling bruise is me
and I've all but dissolved.

Inspired by one of RC deWinter's Shorties with Selfies.

Friday, May 6, 2016

in mom's eyes

can I put you in my pocket
will you brush away my tears
like you did when I was younger
and beset by little fears

oh the world has gotten colder
since I gave you that last kiss
and I'm feeling so much older
seeing all that's gone amiss

perhaps the lesson that I need
was written on your face
everytime you held me in your arms
that warm and loving space

where everything and everyone
were kind and got along
and I was always welcome
unencumbered by the wrong

so many seem to see in me
when at least they deign to see

please

let me see them through your eyes
as you once beheld me

Thursday, May 5, 2016

hindsight

hindsight implies an end at hand
and though that surely stings
it can afford a view that's grand
of lithe and graceful things

Friday, April 29, 2016

resurgence

as long as those we leave behind
remember what we've written
in word or deed in act or screed
the medium I do believe
is less important than the act of memory
which means in perpetuity
we've never left at all

inspired by Poet Desh's After I am gone...

Saturday, April 16, 2016

cometary timeout

she reached out
the other day

that unaccustomed channel
long ago grown dark and musty
with its windows sealed and shuttered
springing open in a flash
and filled with light and
was it
just the slightest touch of warmth

a space for conversation

not long before replies subside
the pattern reasserts
the light grows dim
and darkness brings the cold

comets never linger
near the sun

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2016-april-pad-challenge-day-14

Sunday, April 10, 2016

fortress

these words I read that resonate
a fool believes that they relate
a message meant for him

shush
patience is my armor
and within this fortress
expectation holds no sway

you are welcome here
and there are snacks