Would you follow me
Into depths of wonder;
A lion slowly looking back
Before entering its den.
And like the fanning feathers
Of an egret,
Would you care to my aging aims,
Darkened by time’s toil
Against that which is bad?
For my gravity is open,
My heart beats pure
In a bloom for your entering,
And I am trying
To hold my pen and my hammer
As I build for tomorrow.
Tag: toil
Desire (day 3065)
No longer could I hesitate
No longer could I dare
Inside was a venom fire
Active and aware.
I wore my sweater
That hemmed me in
Kept my outside warm,
Through my fire
My insides warmed
For upon this landscape
I toiled.
Working Hard in Anger (day 3053)
Thunderous roar
Lightening crash
Moment had finally begun
Inner madness
Screaming out
Rage set to thine foe
Callus in the hand of toil
Wrinkle in thy brow
Understanding mud as earth
Pounding under foot.
Shoulder Right and Shoulder Left (day 3048)
My arrow has found its definite dream
Betwixt shoulder left and shoulder right
A smile so big I knew at once
I could hide in here for more
I knew the depth had only dipped
Into still, shallow shores
So much more I felt I knew
I read it in the stars
That filled my eyes and led my arrow
Around the world and more
And back again to build a home
With a back like yours in toil
And a love that kept us up at night
Your left shoulder to my right.
At A Point (day 3022)
My soreness is my body
Ten thousand years of toil
Rolled around in consciousness
Left unto the rain
Heavens sent a tender note
Calling me goodnight
There I rest my eyes asleep
Wake me when I’m ready
How? (day 2931)
For I have seen the thunder roll around
And shaken my diamond soul
To ask my deepest memory
“What claims your open heart?”
For there could be no other purchase
About my ‘pinioned mind
Lost in a salary taken by choice
Denoted by the letter A.
Gathered here, then, stood three tall
Aghast from winter’s toil
Sorted by an ageless meter
Calmly asking: “How?”
Relief (day 2700)
When day’s toil’s been had
Sore fingers rest a while
A goodness helps within
Growing age, nature’s win.
Though even maker’s broken down
A sigh of relief escaped
Dying sun burned out
Each smile felt deeply
As though devout.
Day of Work (day 2641)
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.
Heavy Tread (day 2609)
My mountain comes into my cove
Of which I heavily tread
For no one knows that which I bare
No one knows my comst soul
Yet even in the deepest hour
My glow is never failed
My strongest tie can never loose
Muscles taught against the threat.
Long shall each heavy stride
Call thy legs at thou lookout
This brow upon my strengthened neck
Carries an outlook built on sweat
And living within this absolute
Blisters each creak I’ve ever known
That rests when day’s toil’s been had
When Sun bids the sky adieu.
Our Daily Step (day 2433)
Ask yourself questions of thy soul:
Those of pith
That require no translation
When repeated backwards to the mind,
Those that break you down
To your very foundation
Whereby upon rebuilding
A new found power exists.
Are you inside enough?
Building virtue like an Olympian
Sweating breaks down the truth.
Ask these questions of thy soul
Until blood of our deepest toil
Stains the back of our lively dance,
And reverberates from the weight
Of our daily step.