Wordless Wednesday


My Window

Birds sing

I hear their calls

Breezes heavy with scent pass

Distant rain and flowers flash

I create their forests

Tall pines sway

They hide meadows

Grasses rustle among flowers

Bees crisscross frantically

Quiet storms whisper in distance

But the Sun doesn’t yield here

The birds continue to tell

Their story of this place

passing thought

the way I see

my mind tells me so

My lens is the past

wants and regrets shine

Hopes ask dreams what it means

We condense today

yet explain it through tomorrows

The reason we used is simple

yesterday wasn’t long enough

deep down it matters

I try to avoid it

but like a stone

nothing matters

until we explain it


I used to be weird

Life and it’s square pegs

Against my well rounded thoughts

Age has changed me

Scars are flags won now

I drift subject to subject

Rather than wander aimlessly

Well others saw aimlessly

My horizons changed

My journals filled twice over

The lion’s heart always roars

We just change the pitch

I look upon my younger people

They count in differences

While I count in similarities

However I know they too will change

Weird grows into peculiar

Yet We booth see the other strange

Journeys About

Some journeys start before you do

Hidden paths that belie our feet

Mystical lands of fairy tales

The things we think we seek

Life twists and turns change

Fruits beared upon known vines

Scents of strange flowers guide us

We awake in far different places

They look the same but never are

Trees have moved, sights shifted

Only then do we see a change

We realize the world moved by us