I watched you climb up to your perch
One I worried too high
But in your time
You found your way
Back down to my lap
To keep me warm as night did pass
For outside winds did howl
And night has set in upon us
Climbing cat, my friend.
Month: January 2019
Solitude (day 2793)
He could not remain solitude
Friends emerged from all around
One found under a toadstool
One behind a thriving red spruce
Even as the day waned
A coyote came strolling along
Until at last, eyes tired and closing
The moon bid farewell and peace
Then all at once a new day began
A sun stretching over the horizon
And with it, a chorus of white breasted birds
To ring the day begin.
Cold Stream (day 2792)
When the wind blew at my door
There I was standing tall
I saw the drifts of snow gather
I heard the poplars clack together
And deep within my cooling heart
I heard a groan so vivid
It symbolized the burden laid
At the foot of my days toil
It symbolized ice cold water
Gathered at the stream
And every step upon
Frozen soil with a cold shovel
It symbolized the sweat that broke
Each sinew in my back
To which I closed my eyes tightly
Forehead resting on the window
Wind blowing at my door
Awoke Cold (day 2791)
For I awoke
And knew then
It was mine own thought
Had led me here
Astray
Down a path of
Misunderstanding
Misjudging
Forgotten reality
And clouded
Though my bed
Still lay cold.
Why (day 2790)
I ask myself why
Not knowing I’ve never known
Can the silence exist
Though no soul partakes
To let the other side be felt?
Through screens
And irrational blank spots
I rush
To no spell I have listened to.
By my wild eyes
I have come here to exist;
There, too,
Shall running scenes
Invoke my childishness.
Lost (day 2789)
Do you hold
Keys to remember?
Vanishing blossoms
Winter trees
Rush of water…
And lost it is,
All on me.
Contrasting Elements (day 2788)
Run wild
Take the calm road home
Listen to the wind
Follow footsteps into the snow
Feel waves
Watch a leaf fall to the earthen floor
Scare a wild animal
Look closely at moss
Hear a waterfall
Understand a heartbeat
Awoken (day 2787)
My music had been lying
Unconscious and dramatized
– Callused time
All punishing –
To which an alarm woke
Each beast left inside
– Growling
They stood tall –
Two of them
Wore combat boots
The rest
Barefooted
Yelled at me
– I hardly
Heard a whisper –
And here I stood
Bespoke
Awoken to my rhyme
Spoke (day 2786)
I’ve lost
My thought
For it spoke
Of you
So far away
My touch
It cannot
Touch
Big Red Door (day 2785)
Frozen as the daylight came
Round up all night’s dreams
Float away; I’ve been lost so.
I cannot guarantee
That in my time I’ll remain:
Un-wound, un-healed, un-charmed
Open as this big red door
Dawn so re-awakes.