My best advice has come to this:
Work a day hard daily,
And when it’s time
Lay thy tools
Down for warmth of a tea.
Enjoy thy work,
Enjoy thy toil,
Enjoy each sliver come your way,
Enjoy as troubles
Make their mark
Upon your furrowed brow.
For in pursuit
Of solving mysteries
A day of work’s been done.
Month: August 2018
Discarded Wood (day 2640)
Left again two 2x4s
Sitting in the rain
Warped and twisted
They became
Hardly able to hold a nail.
So, what to do
With such ill wood?
Maybe hold down a tarp?
Where no building ever stood
Should sit this
Discarded wood.
Dripping Windowpane (day 2639)
Windows wrapped me in a blanket
That left the world to drip
Each and every sorrow leaf
To have you again,
That made me ask ten thousand questions
To keep me first at last free.
For inward I shall breathe again
– Resting upon your shoulder –
That wraps me up to warmth
Escaping down each line I draw
Dripping windowpane.
Beaming Sun (day 2638)
For you I saw the sun
Nestled within your eye
Sunflower in the sky
Not a cloud to join.
So a butterfly wove
Thus the day begun,
Which you remained
This beaming sun.
Sandy Sheets (day 2636)
Dusty winds upon the sea;
Take a trip with me,
Beyond the breakers
Softly, swiftly,
A butterfly and free.
Wish upon a shooting star;
Sandy sheets a gift,
Like marveling
In an underground sea,
Floating forever free.
Flew (day 2635)
It is not mine to lead away
Paths which grow apart
For every night a gallery
Painted upon the sky
Sings the chorus
Of each our rambling song
Heavy on the bass
Lightly stepping, light dew
Light our hearts they flew
Light the paths
For each we choose
Like fireflies in delight
And keep our minds
Upon our goals
Lest misty morning’s news.
No, Not Lost (day 2634)
I tried to make it out of here
To a land I’d never been
But as the roads
Familiar to me
Led me back again
I realized I had always been
Here, forevermore.
Dusting Ferns (day 2633)
Walking hides my feelings,
Like a good turn on the wrong road.
I’ve shaven all my eyebrows clean
And recited fifteen lines of poetry
From Edgar Allen Poe;
So I don’t lie here alone
As dusk settles
I lie here with Gothic mansions
And morbid expressions
Upon cobblestone roads
And lampposts casting awkward glances.
Faint sounds infiltrate
My active imagination
Leaving goosebumps
Chanting spell bound rhythms
Into my sandy shoes
Lightly dusting the ferns
That play havoc
On the rose of my thought
Exploding into the diary of this pain
I have left behind again.
A Rock To Rest Upon (day 2632)
Beside the pine tree I asked your name
(You said you’d jumped before)
I looked and saw deep into your eyes
No lie I heard, none to be turned
– A raven, dark as night
Glistening while watching from a perch;
A sandpiper enjoying the light breeze;
A darkened snake with golden eyes
Making a long line in the sand –
I was not lost here, no need to be found
Not very far but away.
I took the moment to touch lightly
St. John Wort growing wildly ’round
Which danced upon my heart into
A memory I never knew I had,
And there at last, under the bridge
That spoke of childish games,
I found a rock to rest upon
Tranquil from tormenting rain.