When the pages of life turned
I feared the end.
I revelled in my current chapter
Hoping it would keep going;
But as words turned to sentence
And Sentence to paragraphs,
Periods were near scarce,
Until it was time —
Time To turn the page again;
Time to turn to new chapter
And keep on moving.
In my fear, I hesitated.
In my hesitation I stood still.
Time, however, left me behind;
Left me in the embrace of my fear;
Left me in its companionship
Until I was prepared to set myself free.
Until I was prepared to begin anew
the chapter I had been dreading;
The chapter that had come too soon.
Page turned.
Chapter started.
A bit too late
But forward, I’m moving.
Tag: Verse
Haiku 105
Eloquent than words we speak:
A moment’s silence,
Tangled in your lips.
Submerged
Submerged, I hold my breath;
Distant from comfort’s touch
Deep in the ocean,
suspended,
Away from solid ground,
I struggle
Against the pressure
Weighing me down.
Then I see life
swimming carefree:
Devoid of expectation,
Dissolved ambition,
Restrained to their primordial intuition
Unaware of the world beyond.
Makes me wonder,
Who’s the blessed one?
Snow
Blanket of snow, soft
Above the ground, hides the world;
There my heart slumbers.
Sandcastle
I built a sandcastle
Made it my fort;
Hid behind its wall
Safety assured.
But the tides hit;
Crumbled my castle,
Carried me offshore
To the engulfing water,
Leaving me no choice
But to swim
Or sink to the floor
Burden of life
To find happiness is to find ignorance
With innocence attached to the seams.
One can’t help but live like a child
If in burden he hides.
Once one pursues the mind
One cannot accept,
And must always wage war
With himself, with the world —
One that knows no end;
Until life runs its course.
Unrequited love
I taste the summer in your lips
But the winter in my heart stays
Your cheeks blush like roses in spring
Autumn in me strips it away
Paradise Falls
Someday, up we will go
somewhere far somewhere south
cross my heart no backing out.
Like Charles Muntz, we’ll explore
hurdle the Pikes Peak,
and Grand canyon too
maybe not Everest but,
’round it, we’ll go.
We will park our clubhouse,
next to the falls,
in a paradise
wherein time it got lost.
“Adventure is out there!”
that is our motto;
The spirit of adventure is strong
unlike my bone – that’s for sure.
You and me, we’ve formed a club
a grape soda badge our logo
and we have your adventure book
to remind us of the places we’ll explore.
Someday, up we will go;
Fly with balloons to the south
somewhere far away,
To paradise falls.
Pondering the night sky
The moon, as bright as it shines,
sits aloof in the dark sky;
Distant stars, afar, align:
Memories that cannot lie.
Hidden secrets of the past
laid bare to the wandering eyes;
a debatable contrast–
words of the oh-so-wise.