writer's block, melancholic mood, wheels moving, thoughts forming, door ajar, light dimmed, emotions knotted, procrastinate and ruminate while I debate the meaning of my mind...this poem from July applies today and may become my swansong. Thanks for walking with me.
hope and faith have no idea
their defenses down because of who they are
supposed to be and should have lingering nearby
lost in the shuffle
blending with civility and reality
overlooked, overlooked, overcome
come closer to see what I mean
feel the heat where cool crests of wave crash
enter this storm, cautiously
you are welcome
bring your faith and hope
even though they won't fit into this part of the puzzle
this story's only just begun
many years lie ahead, awaiting self confusion
awaiting and aware of the hoops jumped through
the ones closing as we speak
the lines drawn in red crayon
red, red
read your rights
believing only gets faith through the night
dreaming about escape sets precedent for tomorrow
go to where the sun sets
feel your face burning the tears as they roll
watch God's country, He's waving at you
come in, just to get your feet wet, just a little while
just a little while
in a little while
the water sings a lullaby
the wind pushes notes into your ear
long note, longer, short, short
crescendo toward sand
tiny grains between toes distract from thought
oh, how I love the dampness of the rolling fog and the whitecaps' spray
breathe deeply the humid air
pull beach into your lungs and breathe, breathe, breathe
humidity tries to pull but humanity pushes
reality stands against sound
hear the seagulls crying as they gather to fly
listen to the dunes reverberating laughter
recall the human kindness at home
ah, home
where my heart lives
where my heart beats
naturally sound, artificially strong
fighting for each moment
God given faith fight
following heart beats and hope
hoping and wishing and praying for time
passing time
rock of ages
rocking on and on and on
hiding within plain sight of expectations
grasping at straws of light slivering through the dark door
gasping for oxygen and acceptance
following the red brick road, dimly lit through shades of grey
one step, one more, another one
through the sludge of winter's landscape
trudge your path around spring blooms, watch the earth opening
summer sunshine fills the week and you arise to face its glare
arise
awaken
awareness pulling at your cluttered frontal lobe
forcing you to find what's missing
and return to sender immediately
please attempt to repair and rebuild, you will feel better soon
trust
trust
try
