Snowflake Dance
February 24, 2014 § 1 Comment
a single snowflake drifting
who is it to stand
apart from millions
just another white blur
dancing the snowflake waltz
a tiny creation carried
by the wind
but maybe this one
icy crystal will fall
into the outstretched hand
of a child looking up in wonder
at the spiraling snowy dance
hoping to catch
some magic for himself
who is it to stand
apart from millions
but who is it not to
Sky
February 24, 2014 § 4 Comments
no matter how many times
the world shakes
or how many snaps
my camera takes
or how many skies
the storm quakes
or how many formations
the wind makes
or how many oceans
gravity breaks
or how many patterns
the condensation snakes
or how many landscapes
the sun awakes
I will never cease to be amazed
by the beauty that a cloud creates
Notebook
February 22, 2014 § Leave a comment
I had this old notebook when I was young
with pages and pages of tales I’d spun.
I wrote endless stories and once upon a times,
with mystical characters made up in my mind.
I found that old notebook in my closet one day
and thumbed through the pages of my fiction bouquet.
It revealed past wishes and childhood dreams,
but every story contained one consistent theme.
While their plots all evolved in different times and worlds,
something happened just when the stories began to unfurl.
A sentence, a period, and then nothing more,
my narrative would end, not a summation to implore.
The pattern existed in each and every tale,
as if I searched for inspiration, but to no avail.
But perhaps my endless stories spoke a message of hope
that the end of one’s journey can always change scope,
and that life is astounding because no one truly knows
what wondrous endings our stories may bestow.
They lay ready and waiting, just out of our sight,
they are free and they’re ours, should we dare to write.
twelve o’clock
February 22, 2014 § Leave a comment
the day leaves softly
closed eyes and an open mind
drifting to tomorrow
The Tranquility of Passion
February 21, 2014 § Leave a comment
the tranquility of inaction
will never surpass
the tranquility of passion
for to haphazardly
create your path
and exalt in wonder
and awe of life itself,
is a task of which
one will never tire
Futures
February 20, 2014 § Leave a comment
the earth and its beauty,
its vastness, loom
before mankind, an immense mass
to explore, a giant future
to create, a brilliant life
to hurriedly find, atop a planet
of our creation
filled with beauty yet
to be discovered.
distance
February 18, 2014 § 1 Comment
to illustrate time
resting between me and you
we’d need a decade,
at least.
The Perplexity of Belief
February 17, 2014 § 4 Comments
doubt
is your greatest friend
for when it sits
most defiantly
atop your most wonderfully
abstract, eternally
perennial dreams, it awakens
you, and urges
your eyes open,
and your mind
to thoughtfully examine
the pathways of a
cerebrum bound
with skepticism,
to discern
its motives and
to choose
your own credence:
either accept its resting
place, among your
assumptions,
your ambitions
your reveries,
or rather,
awaken it quickly
release it somewhere
safely distant,
and instead,
choose to
believe.
Sun
February 16, 2014 § Leave a comment
how can we be
so enraptured
with screens filled
of artificial light
when there is a mass,
resplendent and chaotic,
as beautiful
sincere and all-consuming
as nothing we’ve ever
seen, right outside
our window,
lighting up
our life.
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