Spread like a wildfire
in its first inception
simply ablaze
a certain force of reckoning.
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Will cannot sustain
the deceit of lost control
only we the patient
our human condition.
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Might we identify cause
rather than toss a stone
catch the ember
so nearby an out stretched hand.
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For it is the onus of ownership
will allow ash an honest scrutiny.
At a quick glance we might call sweet shelter
the homes hold hope and prayer and a safety
for everyone inside, security
the temps suggest a different manner.
Across the city another enclave
of soul seeker human condition airs
indifference as a blizzard ensnares
their grip on surviving a city cave.
Two worlds drawn as one to both be witness
a record breaking month of snow fallen
on a city left homeless and sullen
while neighborhoods are defined by address.
Look closely at the eyes quiet release
of pain of sorrow of some hope for peace.
Something refreshing a pristine winter.
fresh sunlit snow touch silent runner’s eye
layered across a landscape painted sky,
we might let troubles risen disappear
if in this moment, trees become statues
dignified pose, a carnival in ice.
shaded sphere of heat will nearby suffice
light up a runner’s path – dawn guided views
We seek knowledge of a heartiness here
Gitchi-Gami, shadows quiet weakness
Inside the brilliance of a lovely dress
soft upon the runners, sweeping past fear.
Trails are designed, hold favor to imprint
lasting lover’s scene, a stepping stone stint.
I read a poem today,
talked about saving a life,
that words could
in such a remarkable way,
cause someone to
rethink their moment,
that impulse,
the frightened reality
the edge.
I wondered about the beauty of a word
We might easily write about death,
oh the beauty of their lives,
the regret of time,
the nature of loneliness
how simple it is
when described
yet complicated when
lost.
I wondered about the beauty of a word
How does someone decide
to listen
what is the correct cadence
of wanting a wandering soul
to find their way
inside the mystique of
questioning
the human condition.
I wondered about the beauty of a word
I stood along the railroad tracks
watched the lights brighten
the clicking of the clack,
the deafening horn,
I watched the light of tomorrow
suddenly set in the western sky,
and then I stepped away …
I wondered about the beauty of a word.
Perhaps it is the not knowing
a circumstance
a press release in the evening news,
a morning alert
we all have found ourselves
recognizing the vulnerable nature
of the human condition –
oh is it death,
or simply the prolonged life
medical intervention,
that would have not extended any truths
centuries ago,
we just died,
a sort of flu,
unabated and watched,
observed and grieved.
Today, we see it in slow motion
the trip to the hospital,
the car ride,
a sudden turn
a flash of lights,
the triggers of taking a step off the edge,
and yet
there’s no time remaining
then,
afterward we know
only a memory.
There is that other real
tragedy of time,
those that wished for more
yet in their final moment
decidedly found Grace
where a soul
became such that entity
that begun a new journey
allowing the living
to pass through and step inside
a dream,
a fantasy
we cannot know
until some elegance
begins
while we do eventually
come prepared.
There in the silence
a wandering soul,
human being
whom when asked
will respond,
will navigate
inside a moment.
What is it the
seeming attraction
takes their heart
beyond finding peace,
instead persecution
offers solace
before a quiet passion.
Once in a storybook
lived a man
who did question
his life,
the meaning around
what is value,
still he found no answer.
There is a fear sometimes
in words,
those subjective tones
an affirmation
later became
such a powerful
condemnation.
How do we survive
when the brain
seems readily drawn
to yanking,
demanding,
interrupting the flow
of a soft heart.
Where is the deepest chasm,
one that defines our lives.
We have these moments
we, the human beings
where emotions begin our day,
end our nights,
decide our way.
We sometimes cannot move a muscle
our bodies so strong, resilient
frozen to the ground,
the nature of a piece of soft furniture
becomes the bastion
covet our ill.
Today, nature’s frozen ground
sure to take some lives,
those of human beings
lost inside a vortex of instantaneous
decision making ice
We need to look for answer
instead of accepting defeat,
our bodies human yet frail,
we cannot allow the remedy of loss
become our only outcome.
Sweet is the human condition,
ready and willing
weep and cry, laugh in hysterics
the emotional roller-coaster
whom we become, come to be.
Find solace in the truth,
know honesty
recognize the power of an ill
realize the beauty of real,
stay safe, stay warm, stay in love.
No matter that the world has other plans,
let your own be the finality carry on a glow.
