I chose the path of a broken arrow
Bent and fragmented
In the soil I grow
For once I was mad
With hate so hot
Spent life speeding
From spot to target
With venemous fuel.
I was long and straight,
I fought a great battle
Now I’m bent
And given away
My grace and beauty
For a place exposed
To wiles and whims
Of nature’s fancy
Where the guise of time
Will swallow me whole
As a man in slippers
On a dirt path
For tomorrow.
Tag: mad
Trodden (day 3012)
What have I lost here?
I see snow laid down
Tufts of grass escaping
But blowing madly, violently.
Moments ago it felt complete
As sun’s low and golden hues
Touched my trodden face.
Closed in by enemies
I had forgot to invite
The game of envy inside
Had I known the weather
Would be beating down so low.
The Aftermath (day 2982)
Madness is my rawness
A cool wind trickling in
Through the carelessly
Awkwardly
Blindless blinds in a breeze.
Through my heart I sense exposure
A germinated seed standing tall
With dandilions and sweet summer grass;
An attic vent left unkempt.
Longing for Sun to strike
A moment I’ve anticipated on the wall
But each of them still blocked as past tense
Scented with a candle’s wick.
Toiling Shuffle, Softer (day 1967)
Each shoulder I shift, shuffle,
Creaks with passion left un-stoked.
A winding splinter soaking
In the full moon’s setting sun,
A twisted root dancing
With leaves of another season.
Little whispers call out my name,
And it’s feeling a lot like rain.
So this path goes on,
Leaves fall to the tune of a breeze
And guesses punctuate each heave
With uneven ground, frolicking madly
Amidst pebbles and sticks
That grow wilder, fonder,
Of screw-top frameworks
Settling into the pocket
Of our toiling shuffle, softer.