Transfixed, swirling in the breeze..
..of time, of thought.
Below past.
Above out of reach.
Time ticks, air restricts.
No steps back.
No leaps forward.
Stay current. Stay present.
In the winds that blow.
Like branches bent from pressure, leaves certainly fall.
Winter looms, still I am here, in the present…
..unable to move. Not sure if I want to.
Push the beauty of the rise
to the tide.
Break the night with
the light.
Shine as it twines.
One in the other…
..becomes the other.
Submerged.
One.
Slowly, down my spine…
shiver, quiver…
All in time.
When the line goes off course..
voice grows hoarse.
To the point….
shiver, quiver…
mine all mine.
Possession. Bought.
Possession. Controlled.
Come to me.
Movement so awkward,
someone notices.
Retreat from the fears, block the tears…
Out of sight, still in mind.
Bubbles, stews..
strewn from heart…
..ripped from soul.
Now gone,
opportunity if you take it.
Gaze that pays
for sight seen…
better off not.
Pay for the gaze…
along with the days..
spent, lost, never to return.
Good Lord the lives we lead
That tend to bleed..
Oranges, reds, blues and branding..
..out to the land, sewn in..
..tightly, loosely..
Consistently inconsistent..
..such as life, led, bled.
Energy springs
Eternal lean, glean what can
Skip, trip on to the next.
Perplexing and new.
Not tried and true.
But dipped in blue, shimmering stars
Bright and light the night
Fight as you might,
dare to delight.
Ever the present,
tide does turn, learn through
rose-colored eyes,
never quite seeing the truth
Brutal is the lie left from reality
Mentality that strains
with the chains…
as it all goes down the drain.
..of the time
you were mine.
Inwardly mired
Outwardly admired
Constant turn, relays the burn
Coiled up inside, where to hide..
Show the truth it shows the lie
Outlining path between growth and regress.
A life in progress.
Thoughts you thought contained
Wiggle in your brain..
Slither in your heart…
Murky to light it will…
..if only they knew…
Through veins and parts unspoken…
..the slithering never ends.
Becomes the core…
…of something new
spreading like the morning sun…
until it’s done.
Slither, whither, born, renew.
The order…up to you.
What to choose…
The ticking of the clock…
Slithers on and on
throw that pain in the air, it’s time, it’s time.
Windows crashing down, doors open wide…
of discovery…aftermath’s pride.
Next mission…triumph’s eye.
Oh please don’t lie…
…foot steps forward, the future grabs
be sure to hold on tight,
never again slipping in to dreamless night.
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Submitted as part of The Poetry Palace: Thursday Poets Rally Week 62
