Letters die slowly as my eyes flicker across the unlined pages
Counting page numbers unconsciously
Ignoring the silent buzz of the fluorescent
Where I push on, into the dream that lazily floats forward
And Peace and Trees (day 600)
Alone in the bush
I continue
With plans in my head
That smile
I step over needles
And cry
Fill up my basket
That weighs
Of burden and memories
But I
Step to the side
And put
My soul into knees
To feed
Life I live
With health
Of strength from battle
I grow
Deep rooted tree
To fall
Upon hands of a maiden
And laugh
Until my eyes weep no more
Sunshine
Fills up my soul
No more
Do I share tears with this earth
Now just
A love that has peace with itself
And smiles
Power (day 599)
Witness my power as I push on the door
Hold tight to the wings as I soar through the air
Growling at the jungle that shuts out the stars
I roam free where I lay down my sword
Fever (day 598)
Washing off the whispers that have floated over my body from a lover isn’t as easy as it would seem. The emotions gather around and within and caress my soul until I fall down to my knees begging for forgiveness. I die as the silent wishes wash over my naked body laying in the cold moonlight that howls at my soul. And here, I cannot sleep for all the whispers float over my body. There, and there, there is where I float away from my secrets and fever to a land where no emotions flow.
Bow and Arrows (day 597)
Pull me apart with a thousand broken arrows
Tell me secrets of a far off and lonely maiden
Give me history we’ve never written down
And tear out my soul to feed wizards
That grant me three wishes that open realms
I fly to with all winds at my back
For future walks with thousands of bows
Bending under the pressures of love
Grandma’s House (day 596)
It’s those times as the sun is going down
When the blinds have been pulled for the night
And the water stops dripping off the roof
That we remember, and enjoy
Sitting next to Grandma, teaching her computer
And sipping on a new cup of tea
It’s these moments in life that we find peace
We sit down in a chair that is older than I am
And relax to the audible buzz from the furnace
The same furnace that blows cold air
Grandma is getting old these days
Though she still lives alone
Boiling her soups with lots of garlic
And a toaster that pops up four at a time
I remember when she first got that toaster
That sits next to the old high chair
I remembered as I reclined on the ol’ daybed earlier
I also noticed the intricate detail of the eavesdropping
A classical pattern, woven with a jigsaw
Clearly a tasteful choice by grandma
The sun is almost down now
I’ll be leaving soon enough
I can only hope for peace then
As I make the trek northward home
Winter Tree (day 595)
Deep Green
Cold white snow
Strong scent
Winter Wanderer Enthusiast of Cold Sports (day 594)
Deep within
The Christmas Bowls
A forest-scape awaits the searcher
White trees that bend
From the weight
Of two months
Windswept
Hard blown
Snow
Wind drifts
And little kickers
That come out of corners and grow
Are like playgrounds
For the winter wanderer
Enthusiast of
Cold sports
Warm mittens
Boards
Yes is the Answer (day 593)
Frustration and anger build up unexpectedly
Formulated from plans that run astray quite rapidly
If you think you’ve had it under some sort of control
You’re leaning on the wrong bush, my friend
But no, don’t take my warnings
Gloat in your power struggle for the weak minded
Take all apples and covet them now
Just watch as they turn rotten and spoil
Lessons learned come from saying yes more often
We learn from these moments great things of importance
Like the heights of buildings or secret lairs
Or even by bonding with humans of unprecedented intelligence
Listen to your instincts, let it guide you forth
Let it be your path to the future
It’s friendly, it’s nice. It’ll even hold your hand
It’ll keep you happy on those nights all alone
Believe me when I say that if you take on this day
With a pen and your mind and a smile
That without much delay, it’ll all come your way
And you’ll shine like the star that you are
If Would Play (day 592)
If there were stars that I looked upon daily
Would you flounder them into a field full of wheat?
If clouds floated hither, where you and I’d gather
Would the sun break them free from their plight?
If all the birds sang on from their high up perches
Would the music reach our ears as we strolled?
If the path at our feet turned from soft grass to dirt
Would we still walk hand in hand through the trees?
If I looked in your eyes and whispered into your ear
Would the stars keep us together every night?