Autumn’ s arrival.
The end closer than the beginning.
But Summer is reluctant to yield.
A burning intensity not easily dismissed.
One final burst, exiting the stage
with a searing flourish.
Deep within
First stirrings of the long dormant heart.
Awakened and alive,
a chrysalis yearning to burst forth as a new creation.
The change of seasons heralds a new beginning.
Tentative, uncertain, yet firm in refusing to yield
to past regrets and dreams forgotten.
Best laid plans
Eager anticipation
coupled with a not so faint anxiety.
Everything lies ahead, no need for the rear view.
But, as if on schedule, the unexpected.
A wrench to the most carefully charted course.
It always seems to happen.
When the desire is greatest,
the lifting is heaviest.
Those perfect plans,
foiled again.
The end times
Memories broken by disease.
Reality shattered into fragments.
Past, present, and future a confusing admixture of
imagination and truth.
Anger, frustration, helplessness.
The essence of self, stolen.
Piece by agonizing piece.
Lost forever in a maelstrom of dark forgetfulness.
Cruel and hideous.
All that was,
gone…
Throes of misery
We stand apart,
isolated.
We ask,
and receive nothing.
Our shame and humiliation
unbearable.
Will our hunger be satisfied?
Our thirst slaked?
The grip of our demons never loosens.
Tears spill from eyes that see
a fading humanity.
The next step
I am present,
yet distant.
Never fully integrated.
Dependable, expected, familiar.
But always knowing my place is elsewhere.
Shifting, moving, leaving all things behind.
A new journey, a new home.
An endless trail
of long goodbyes.
Hard time
First light of day
filtering through dark curtains.
The last notes of the songbird have faded.
Solitude enforced by absence.
Awakenings now bittersweet.
These rooms are barren, desolate
without you.
I am
I am poor.
I am powerless.
I am overlooked.
I am surrounded by progress, wealth, and upward mobility.
Caught up in the busyness of life,
I am easy to neglect.
Appointments, meetings, functions…
And endless array of empty “achievements”.
And still,
I am here.
I won’t go away.
I am always with you.
As you cling to your vanities,
I’ll watch
and wait.
Sad but true
The heat is interminable.
Maintaining its fiery grip well after dusk.
Even the poor cuckoo is out of tune.
Red herring
It catches the eye.
Shiny and glittering.
Clever, seductive, believable.
So charming, how can it be wrong?
But…
It only exists as diversion.
A well constructed artifice.
A Faberge egg with an empty core.
Beauty masking reality.
A false narrative in spite of Truth in plain sight.
But still we are fooled.
Those damned red herrings!
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