Tag: life

The Voyage

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What is a year but an unwieldy barge
that drifts on a river of dreams?
What is desire but a broken oar
that we use to stem the stream?

What are words but a patchwork sail
that occasionally catches a breeze?
What is hope but a tattered chart
of strange, exotic seas?

But the river is wide, and I’ll sail my barge
I’ll ply my oar, and search my charts,
I’ll raise my sail at each passing wind
and if I see you flounder, friend,

I’ll heave to and lend a hand
and together we’ll set sail and
disappear into the setting sun,
Until another year is done.

#366

Wrinkled

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Life is a bit like a shirt in a dryer.
All wet behind the ears when we start out,
we tumble around aimlessly, get all
hot under the collar, and then
end up cooling down and wrinkling.

Life is a bit like fruit in a fridge.
All bursting with freshness when we start out,
we absorb too much of what surrounds us,
get pushed back one too many times, and then
end up turning grey and wrinkling.

Life is a lot like me and you in the time machine.
All adventure bound and stepping on butterflies,
Hot tumbles, absorbing and bursting, pushing back and then
Ending up cool, grey, wrinkled
and loved.

#358

Go!

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I remember laughing at life
when I out ran it.
Standing there, well past the finish line,
winded, bent over and panting,
my hands on my knees.
Waiting for life to catch up to me.

We’ve run together for many years now,
neck and neck,
jockeying for position but,
in the end, taking turns
waiting for each by the finish line of each day.

Some days now life runs ahead of me
gives me an exasperated backwards glance,
stops for a moment and
taps its toe impatiently,
waiting for me to catch up.

One day I will tell it to go on without me.
I’ll tell it that I’ll catch up later
even though I know I won’t.
One day.
Not today though.
Today I’ll run along side life
for all I’m worth.

Go!

#348

This is Good Morning

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This is my apology for projecting
my fears and frustrations onto you.
You are not a blank wall or a white sheet.
This is not the Can’t Film Festival.
No one’s getting an award for best angst.
This is life.
The only true awards will be the smiles along the way.
This is me taking a deep breath, sucking it up, and carrying on.
This is a good morning because we believe it to be so.

 

#315

Time in Space

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Time and space,
Space in time.
We take our place,
yours and mine

Tangled lines
within a web
human vines,
specious threads

overhead
stars align
fortunes read
give the sign.

All design
that ever was
repeats in time
again because

nature’s laws
are resigned
to ever draw
the spiral line.

Our space in time,
beside ourselves,
a nursery rhyme
that time retells.

 

#301

The Paved Road

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They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions,
But sometimes good intentions make for lousy travel plans.

Because, although the road is paved, someone forgot to mention
It’s also filled with detours leading back where you began.

The road to Hell is full of speed bumps, jagged holes and glass shards.
You sprint, you jump, you never thought a road could be so hard.

Then, somewhere along the way, you see this road you travel,
although paved, is harder to traverse than one that’s gravel.

And it’s never going to lead you where you really want to go.
I’m walking down a different path, to Hell with the paved road.

#299

Day and Life

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Over, under, over, under
Like a twining Celtic knot.
Under, over, under, over.
Seed to plant to bloom to rot.

Curve and spin, curve and spin.
Like the giddy spiral dance.
Spin and curve, spin and curve.
Hope to thought to deed to chance.

Up and down, up and down.
Crashing wavelets crest and cream.
Down and up, down and up.
Stream to cloud to rain to stream.

Rise and set, rise and set.
Shimmer cold and blazing spark.
Set and rise, set and rise.
dawn to day to dusk to dark.

 

#283

After All These Years

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After all these years I still delight in your laughter,
still live in your eyes, as you live in mine.
After all these years, going forward to forever
is the same as going backwards, or just standing side by side.

After all these years, how did life get sweeter
when we were so certain it was perfect at the start?
After all these years our souls have grown together
two trees that twine their branches, impossible to part.

After all these years, it seems like a hundred,
and it seems like a second, all at the same time.
After all these years, one more is just a number,
cause we count our lives in other ways, after all these years.

 

#269

Happy Birthday to my darling partner.