I feel the tides of her heart. As if she were still there. Yet, chiseled beneath my stony heart. These are just marooned cares. I do not think my referral as, pitiful. Would joust with her stoic spine. I do not think... She is far behind. Far behind, what is round. What was taught to … Continue reading My Mother’s Heart
If there be a heaven Who is it to judge? How or Why I choose to love? These dilemmas... Do not grow younger. And, my meditative walks... Are not always... Gratuitous. There is no creative garden fed without mistaken lust. No roots running deep with familiar rust. What a challenge? To walk alone. Ghosts, … Continue reading Heaven? What is it…you know?
As I walked by her unmarked grave... I had begun the same ritual. To take up alms! For a once lifetime of repent... One simplistic thought. Life does not owe me anything. I owe myself to life. The dexterity of letting go and holding on? Sharp as a hunter's knife. Ψ What could it have … Continue reading Waltzing in the Graveyard
Nonsensical, since the day the illusion was conceived. An American haunting. Where homeless funeral flowers, long since dead and gone... Are the only remnants left for a breaking dawn. Perhaps, a 'song of silence' could be how to truly run away from me. This watchful adjustment, travels great heights. Forms an ache around my … Continue reading Funeral Flowers
I lay my head down last night. Feeling a physical ache that not a word can describe. I wanted to wallow in my pity. I wanted to dunk way down into the depth of 'what I can no longer do...'self reflection! I have Degenerative Disc Disease. Title or no title, medical term or not. I often … Continue reading Do Not Go Gently