A Choice: Dark Garden or Alone in the Night

Dark Garden

At a crossroads in life

I shiver in my strife

I stand alone in the night

On a path thick with mud

Wise owl, where is your wisdom?

Where do I get the fervor from?

Crystal dew begins to enthrall

While Suicide Tree stands near

Diamond sparkles in the inky night

Brings a decision to greater height

Missing birds thread the air

Crocus tears fill my heart

Flower beads on rose thorns

Shine while the moon warns

I shiver in my strife

At my crossroads in life

rose thorns with dew drops

Alone in the Night

As I sit alone in the night

Suicide Tree standing behind me

A lone owl quiets my fright

As it becomes a mortal tree

In the lightening dawn I now can see

The dew tipped rose and crocus petals

Draw me from the crossroads behind me

The sun shine shrinks the mud and nettles

The awakening of the birds, all free

Has awakened a thread of peace

The dark fervor shaken from me

Thorns in my heart release

 crocus


The Unknown – Wordle 175

Wordle 175

My rickety cart shudders its way
Along the cliff, threatening my day
Fear fills my bones when I cannot see
The bottom of the chasm clearly

Will I fall? Live? Which do I want?
Options and choices are a harsh taunt
A rift of unknowns besides me
Gives flight to a longing for safety

The rails shift with life’s stutter
My heart clenches in fear’s mutter
Language fails me as fear guides me
Sanity’s absence brings a giddy glee

A glimmer shows on the horizon
Light baffles fear as it enlighten
Will hope sustain me long enough?
The tracks straightens passing the bluff

Only the Blind May See

A quaint serenity fills the air,

A peacefulness that is so rare.

Gone is the busyness of the day,

Replaced with a sparkling sun ray.

 

A bubbling brook wanders by,

As modernity begins to die.

A simple hand upon a tree,

Proves that life is still free.

 

Worries disappear with every step,

Leaves crumbling like every fret.

Frightened wildlife begins to show,

As their faith begins to grow.

 

Such beauty paints a picture just for me,

A picture that only the blind may see.

 

Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door.

Dream’s End

Once upon a dream ago

Amid a cycle of suffering

Your high regard lit me a glow

However soon be my undoing

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Your virtue was pure, your habits true

Or at least before you shone through

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The image you create slowly begins to fall

Evidence gathering of the forgotten

Birthdays, anniversaries, events and all

The truth becomes a bandage of cotton

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The cycle has ended, the gap has closed

My choice is made, the truth arose

I know now whose virtue was true

Only now time will lessen you

November 24, 2013 Sunday Wordle # 136

Faces on the Road

Scattered faces on the road

Blending all together

Hopeful faces

All sad

I should stop

I want to stop

Yet I can’t

Surely there are others

It’s not only me

I’m not alone of the road

I want to stop,

To give them a lift.

Yet I don’t,

So afraid yet filled with guilt

What if it were me?

I ask myself

As another face goes past.

Would I stop for myself?

It could be anyone.

A murderer. A rapist.

A tired single mother.

A worn out traveling father.

Rationalizing.

 

Still Guilt.

 

Daily Prompt: Sorry, I’m Busy.

Sunset to Dawn

Vibrant splashes coat the sky

Blues, purples, violet

Soon the sun seems to die

And my vision with it

 

Nature’s sumptuous works

Slowly disappear

Leaving Night’s hurts

And manipulative fear

 

In a single moment

The spread of effeciency

Becomes a vacuous element

The master of inadequacy

 

Nothing short of time

Before the Earth dawns again

Awakening in her sassy prime

Brightening each vivacious glen

 

Until then we sit and wait

While night’s slathers of fears

Try to extinguish our fate

As we cuddle little dears

An Ode to Life

A leper, I walk day after day,

Misguided glances staring my way.

It’s protection. How I cannot see

Who is it protecting? You or me?

I want to cry, my path is long

To avoid the looks from the throng.

I long to tear this gauze and strings,

But the doctor’s voice still rings.

“You’re ill, susceptible to germs.”

One looks to me as poisonous worms.

“It might be contagious, we cannot be sure.”

A child sidles away. I can’t take much more.

I ask if it’s worth it,

this leprous life?

When every glance

is filled with strife?

To go home would be worse,

like an unquenchable thirst.

To see my love fuss

just to avoid my touch.

It’s protection. That’s what I’m told.

What life is there, just to grow old?

No one to hug, touch, hold, just see.

Who is this mask protecting? You or me?

 

Once Again and Gone

Across the avenue I long to venture

The grass looks greener in the center

I feel the call driving me on

Dare I answer before its gone?

 

Magic or science what is the difference

To me none of it makes sense

To remain… To stay…

To be in the way…

 

Once it was easy when I felt used

When this dimension I was fused

I was pulled, the intrigue was strong

Even though every change felt wrong

 

The bell tolls for me once again

Stains of time are calling when

Only the phone no one can pay

Appears and I wish to stay

September 9, 2013 Sunday Wordle # 125

(Yes, I am a Whovian. Got a problem with that?)