I am not a fan Of this growing old The chaos in my cells Little girl inside Old woman outside The aches and pains Of an uncooperative body While my mind still runs through meadows Memories of 60 years like yesterday To a time where aging was as futuristic as star travel “I can’t wait to grow up…” I am running out of time “When I am an adult I will…” There is so much left I want to do When will I be an adult? Whispers, “When I am ashes”
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #275: Chaos
Your loneliness was palpable Bitter regret on my tongue From all the lessons learned but forgotten All the forever’s that never happened I know I was not the salve you wanted A poor substitute for the lost soul of your dreams Instead of releasing you, I made it about me And it was never about me Yet to forgive myself has been the hardest lesson of all The beauty in forgiveness is my hope for the future So I am sorry
I release you
I release myself
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #259: Hope
The meandering pattern of rivers and veins branches and horizons repeating the grace of symmetry found in nature where function overrules perfection Fractured fractals in balanced harmony sing the universal code of mathematical probability bringing imperfect beauty to life
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #251: Mathematics
In the soft early hours of the whippoorwill The gleam of Earth’s temporary guest Winds through our solar system Its furtive tail rising above the tree tops Hazy at first but growing more luminous by the minute A race against the very sun that gives it measure Your awe inspiring journey to places only imagined Now the making of a magical morning for this earthling And as you fade into the dayspring I bid farewell -See you again in 6800 years
Ball of dust and ice Hurtling through space and time Another comet tale
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #239: Winding and the Thesaurus Game Challenge: Clandestinely
Seeds of love scattered Blown by winds of emotion Clouds of teargas
All we have Is a few short minutes To be sons and daughters Fathers and mothers Friends and lovers There is no color No race No nation Only humanity Let us help each other To live our best lives In peace and compassion
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #235: Rant!
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