Letting the Water Hold Me Back

 

baby driver 3

Wall to wall.

Rushing waters so fast they imply a  stall.

Winter’s root seems to have loosened her pace.

There is abrasion to her typically, smooth surface.

 

Everyday, I pass by a downy path.

I can only assume it leads to a dark tundra of creations unknown.

In refrain,

the wild-birds echo a refrain to their song…

I am in their home.

Puffs of once frozen,

white wigs.

Have turned into slushy, sodden, remains of the days.

 

The earth has bared all the select, segments, she will.

I turn a footprint towards the path of no end.

Smiling to myself,

this courage is just pretend.vacant paths deep thinkers 1

 

Letting the Water Hold Me Back

 

baby driver 3

Wall to wall.

Rushing waters so fast they imply a  stall.

Winter’s root seems to have loosened her pace.

There is abrasion to her typically, smooth surface.

 

Everyday, I pass by a downy path.

I can only assume it leads to a dark tundra of creations unknown.

In refrain,

the wild-birds echo a refrain to their song…

I am in their home.

Puffs of once frozen,

white wigs.

Have turned into slushy, sodden, remains of the days.

 

The earth has bared all the select, segments, she will.

I turn a footprint towards the path of no end.

Smiling to myself,

this courage is just pretend.vacant paths deep thinkers 1

 

An Ambiguous Altar

altar 2

 

Ambiguous bird what draws you here?

Certainly not the faulty footprints.

Nor the clamor of urban noise.

Your presence looms in the quietness of your poise.

Some have come to track your freedom.

Announcing that they will take…your matters, into their hands.

Bragging to other wasteful matters…

extinction is but a grandstand.

But pecks of truth distort their decay.

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I, too, have often stayed flight for fear of falling.

Ambiguous bird, I too,  have heard the god’s calling.

altar 1

In the air…today,

barren beauty of tussled feathered temples.

In the air…divinity made simple.

altar 4