The change In his face Brought by trust Softens ridges Into ripples Furrows into Calm waiting Above pools Of simple Darkness Fear is gone This is worth The struggle As we come through The other side To bask in The light of Good intention And strength In the change
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It gets old Getting up And getting knocked Down again Fool I am to get Hopes up when the same old thing Will just happen Again Yes hope springs and does keep getting Fooled Well I'd rather Have it that way Than to expect The worst Hope dies last There is a space At the top of a breath A pause A place to wait And only be Empty Just before the next breath Comes And at the bottom Of that breath Again a chance To stop And wait In that hollow rest To let the mind quiet And let go And the best thing is That it happens again With every breath As it swings up Releases down A continuous pendulum Of living First snowy morning And I can't find My boots I head off Laden with bags And backpack In rediculous Little red booties That slip and slide I walk with tiny Crouching steps of An old woman Fearful of Falling And breaking bones But wearing my High fashion coat And wrap and Terrible little Booties Ha Ha Turns in a flash From fun To fangs bared With no warning Seems to come More and more Often now Why Is it something I do Or is it in him I only know When it happens I turn away fast Seek shelter Get down Cover my head Get out of its way Her eyes slide Sideways When questions Trigger thoughts Words go off In another direction too Talks about how Everyone turns on her Not listening Or remembering What she said And when she speaks Of the worst hurts She laughs then Says sorry And goes Sideways again There is a pleasing Quality In order And shine Which calms the Mind And soothes the Spirit When the soup is Bubbling on the Stove and everything In its place Something loosens Within And can breathe Again During messy times Of chaos It will help to think of Soup simmering They're putting a New roof On the house I'm inside Doing yoga It's like trying To sing a ballad During A root canal So I jam in headphones Light a candle And work at it And I partially Succeed Until the whole house Is shaking And I give up So maybe a headache should be treated like a vampire. Whatever you do, do not invite it in It will surely bite you no matter how meek and mild it seems on entering Garlic and crosses do not help Also silver bullets make it worse So to preserve peace of mind and skull and surrounding scaffolding it is best to walk away Don't engage with the headache try not to even glance out of the corner of your eye or sneak a peek Eyes up Look for birds nests Big deep breaths to wash the brain with waves of oxygen And so on How can I write
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