Month: August 2018
Flying Dogs
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
Wordless Wednesday
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
Wordless Wednesday
Peculiar
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
random phone picture
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