A Giving Value

Its been awhile

since a recommended analysis

would take me,

move me,

ask me to respond to life

and resonate.

 

While the world

continues to cycle

a round

a mechanical need

to survive

the crossing winds,

seems logical

we might all

seek the same

peace and solace.

 

Yet, it’s been awhile

since peace of mind

seemed relevant

to my own thoughts …

rewind,

the constant

pouring truth

having to comprehend,

what it might be

our own personality

subjects actions,

always a challenge.

 

Stand on the precipice

see the miles of opportuinity

if in flight

we fall rapidly,

but the observation,

distant eternity.

 

Step away and enjoy the view

that part of you, gives value too.


© Scott F Savage 3/2020

Later On

it’s always a later

moment

seems we want to cry

rivers flow to an eventual rise

where all of our dreams lie.

We haven’t figured out

solution

how some words might be callous

ignorance

while others have a natural heal.

Timing seems a phenomena,

for if right now,

we cannot imagine an outcome,

then later,

the tears, the rivers, the natural process,

seems ready to cleanse.

We wind ourselves around legacy,

trying to build,

asking to frame,

when then we suddenly realize

our dreams are shadowed in fantasy.

When crossing the white lines,

I often wished

to be taken away, without freedom

I became edgy,

just able to make it back to the curb.

I would dance for you

at this moment,

if what I come to realize later in life,

could offer sweet immediacy.

That Life is Good

When waking to the morning sun

new breath to match quiet repose

one might wonder if this hour begun

could would help discover a suppose.

~

When tossing about the day’s activity

can we see far enough ahead to prevent

that sense of lost desire in proclivity

that sort of burrowing down we lament.

~

When we create the identity of our lives

might we also allow for humanity to say

no matter the beauty in mind that thrives

leave assurance to frailty in heart today.

~

We do in the condition of our state of mind

seek truth in constant battle without remind.

Speak Silence

When the hour will wane,

our heart is out of place,

when we wish only disdain

when logic has no trace

we might imagine a different take

on the notions ahead,

a far greater value at stake

than an ego’s reactive head.

Can we ever imagine,

just a singular reaction,

might we step out of the din

of our constant affirmation.

I walked alone through a crowd,

with all of the eyes quite askance

I felt I might be wearing a shroud,

if in conversation I took a chance.

We might recognize there is true value

when understanding betters our view.

Prowess

When a factor,

a measure in time,

while the observer

the other’s own dime

~

held out to the beggar

for the sake of truth

to confront that pallor

would it be uncouth.

~

To trigger the moment

we all lose our shell

in pity we might lament

our loss is our hell.

~

Have we crossed the line,

lost our grip on soul

or is this only a whine

while we play our role.

~

When once the word rang

strong in a crowd of eyes,

now it seems we do hang

only upon the other’s I’s.

~

Workplace monotony

could paralyze the confident

when idle scrutiny,

the albatross does resent.

~

For when I die, I might be

happier, or fly above the sea.