Monday, November 18, 2013

Where A Young Man Once Stood

Ragged old skin sewn to bones
this tapestry of time
as thick blood, stews through the brain
trickling sludge… that remains behind
thoughts, which gnaw on hardened plaque
rats, who scurry like memories
with long hollowed bodies –
withered simplicity
tethered by youth
an old gnome sits
where a young man
once stood.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Once Again - Night Begins

Down the stairs
into the colour of night –
with a mind lost to stars
while fingers search the walls
for a flicker of a candle –
and feet touch the cold tile of stones.
The pen sits in the well – waiting
dripping cardinal blood red
as a crowd of words witness
a hearts ink…
spilling on pages unsent…..
Arms stretch and toes curl
and the dawn rises
so eyes can conquer a fear
watching….. all the wolves scurry –
as walls begin to fall.
The beauty of the day
is watching birds on wires
flowers dancing on their stems
then the clouds turn dark….
and once again –
night begins.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

The Joy Of A Complex Puzzle

We meet – and I reach out
to hand you pieces….. of a puzzle
with two kisses upon your cheek
and a journey begins.
Life and friends
some are smooth
while others – have jagged edges
difficult to put together
hard to fit in.
Some puzzles are too easy
as fingers and the pieces blend
little stress upon the mind
you think you’ve found a friend.
Fifty pieces, smooth and large
a picture easy to define
then one day – one thousand….
a new puzzle found…. and thrown in.
Each day you find a corner
then the challenges begin
and you’re intrigued to solve
by ingenuity, but patients
soon wears thin.
Oh the love of little puzzles
these simple little ditty’s
but the one scattered in the corner
yet resolved – always calls your name
waiting to be solved.
Some friends like little puzzles
easy on the brain
no thought to process
most everything – just fun.
Then you have another
one thousand pieces
tossed into a person
some days it goes together
other days, you throw the pieces back.
But over time, you begin to understand
and all the little pieces
start to fit together
and you end up with very old friend.
That’s the joy of a complex puzzle
they wait for you to figure them out
while they try to understand you.
A puzzle too easy is always fun
but one that challenges you
in the end….. makes the picture more clear
the complexities –
is what makes an old friend
more dear.