What is the word for
a heart so full but also
breaking?
Is there even a word?
It may be like rain
falling through sunshine.
Tag: Misc.
Oh to move again!
To bend and to stretch- to sway!
All without breaking,
Though pain still lingers or flares,
They are dull embers, not flame.
Just breathe in- and out,
Like the sun and the moon rising,
Focus on the breathing,
Rather than that other thing,
This unexpected displeasure.
Hold your head up high,
Keep your eyes forward and move.
They look to you now,
Marching in the mud and storm,
Luck be with you rainbow scout.
A soft whisper drifts,
Upon a sunbeam filtered,
Through the window slats –
“Sharpen the pencil and mind,
Poetry month has arrived.”
Is the inkwell dry?
Were the pages burned?
Brushes forgotten?
The season is upon us,
Where have all the poets gone?
Time slips through fingers
Like a handful of warm sand
Each grain falling away
Yet as empty as I feel
Time clings under fingernails
Paper crumpled like
Mushrooms surrounding a stump
Shaped like a waste bin
Blue ink across the white
Words some might call “poetry”
What am I, a square?
No, I am rectangular,
Of little value,
Albeit might when joined,
Pluralizing your old word.
Possibility
My greatest weakness hands down
Regardless the time
Dreaming up what could be is
So fascinating to me