Sonder

creative-writing, life, poem, Poetry, time

Why is simplicity so hard to express?

Something so mundane reflects

In essence a sense of relief

Both for the poser and the belief

That words know no bounds

Yet still, words unsaid light up

Like thrills

Awakening

creative-writing, life, poem, Poetry

It’s only after seeing yourself

Through your own eyes
By that I mean; getting a mirror, sunlight reflecting
Your own reflection seen through your eyes
Then I say
Will you know the reason why?

It’s only after the trail of your existence
Speeds farther and beyond
Looking back to see; shadow, concrete ground
Silence and withdrawal of motion elapses
Then I say
Will you now then try?

It’s only after a burden of hardships
Too heavy and hung
The hot, damp, tears; not from the tongue
Or even your eyes; soulfully from the heart
It derives
Then I say
Will you learn not to defy?

Posed in ice

creative writing, life, time, winter

October’s diligent renewal of decay; barren oak and maple trees, chilled water bodies naturally hardened like cold-heart’s, and our favorite massive white teddy bears curfews reinstated.

Chloe mumbled an unintelligible invocation “…….carve………forsaken………astray”. With only the passing wistful wind, and nature (including the gnomes, superstitious as she was), a comatose urge to relish in her seclusion gripped her tight.