We have wept and we have cheered
sometimes within a day
We have been greatly endeared
sometimes to misled ways
We have stood so very tall
feeling only like an inch
We become ever enthralled
with things that prod and pinch
We rely on all our senses
to guide us through this world
Yet we mount such strict defenses
when surprises are unfurled
We seek a quiet numbness
Navigating where we delve
Yet this calculated dumbness
cannot save us from ourselves
As my mind flails in a desperate tide
I am compelled to climb inside
Unable just to take the ride
And find out where it goes
I churn the oars with clear intent
And do so ‘til my strength is spent
Discovering where I have went
Has betrayed where points my toes
Now backwards lost and inside out
My brain begins a raucous shout
My face now forced into a pout
When I realize where we are
This cavern that I long to pass
The part of life that holds a class
That ever growing threatening mass
The wisdom gained from scars
Yet in this place so filled with fright
So resemblant of our darkest night
There is a twinkling tiny light
That I have never seen
Now the crowding darkness does abate
As the twinkle seems to propagate
A clarity that has had to wait
To arrive upon the scene
As I prayed for omens, visions, signs
As I searched for answers all this time
As I blamed the powers up to divine
The true foe here was me
The stagnancy that has persisted
The result of what I had resisted
The insight that always existed
Was plain, profound, and free
And as I finally dared to look
There was education without books
Pulled out without the bite of hooks
As the tide washed out again
The dark now fled the space at last
The light burned through the waste so fast
The clarity came like a repast
To fulfill what lacked within.
The yawn of spring awakening has nearly reached its peak now
scampering squirrels and birds of all colors
Even the cabbage white butterflies have returned
my favorite souls coming by to say hello
The sublimity of purpose in action
The fluidity of flights and fights
a game of survival carried out in warm grass and light breezes
It all seems so easy and effortless in the bright light of a spring morning
The songs and calls of life make harrying cacophonies
symphonies
that for some are an acquired taste
For me it dredges up ancient ideas
of gentle suns and ancestral promises of life renewing
Soon it will feel as though we have stepped into the fiery sun itself,
sweating and reddening and recalling these peaceful and promising days.
Ringing out from within us
like the birds song or the sun’s fire
we will remember that promise of renewal
And keep going
I was cruelly stung by a bitter wind
When my gloves were lost and my cover thin
I was soaked like soil that had turned to mud
By a whipping rain verging on a flood
I was coated thick by an earthen clay
On a walk meant to improve my day
I was singed and scorched by a licking flame
And a shifting log was the one to blame
Yet a blowing wind once did clear my mind
With its warm caress I was left sublime
And the succulence of a warm spring shower
Washed my sins from me and restored my power
Then a rich dark soil on my digging hands
Reconnected me made me understand
And a glowing fire gently lit my way
Still allowing stars to proclaim their say
Elements can teach what we need to learn
About giving in to get what is earned
About being sure we are victims still
If we pass the blame and forget our will
That the strongest souls can weaken yet
And each moment lived stays a moment met
Every element can a mercy give
To remind us what it means to live
One scale to balance all
The good against the bad
When our laughter was contagious
When we knew not what we had
Then we sank into a darkness
Swallowed up within our strife
When our muscles lost the memories
Of the exercise of life
But the veil again was lifted
By a sneaking sort of joy
Once again we smiled at rainbows
And our grumbles became coy
Then time again has ambled
And again the clouds turn dark
But instead you fight decension
You reject somber and stark
As your life swirls on around you
And the years are swift and mounting
You cling tighter to the good times
For the bad are not worth counting
The moments that we dwell upon
For many, far too late
While the bad can pile around us
It’s the good that holds the weight
When the aching gets to be too much
When you’re folded, frayed and fraught
You sift through the streams of passion
For that spark that never caught
You carefully devise a plan
To see that it ignites
But once the flicker fizzles out
You are plunged back into night
Blind again to all that sits
Well within your reach
You see it as a tragedy
And lose what it could teach
You’re better than a waiting game
You’re worth more than a tumble
You carefully reset your traps
And straight into them stumble
We walk each living day
With self imposed occlusions
To conceal the parts of us
Wearing scars from life’s contusions
Battered on the inside
Smiling on the out
We long to be ourselves
But to our secrets we’re devout
All that I was missing
Was color light and heat
The distance that was growing
Filled with anger and defeat
A vivid devastation
Of the being that was us
Alas I was too far removed
To fight or even fuss
We both had felt the grit of it
Pass between our fingers
A granule or two to leave
An itch that seemed to linger
When all the words were spoken
Once and twice and yet again
With inflections first of kindness
Then a weapon to defend
No matter how we clung to it
Kismet still would take us
We swore to never say goodbye
But life was bound to make us
How cleverly we have fumbled
Across this plain of time
Digging our ruts and counting stars
Seeking the things we have always carried
Speaking the words we most want to hear
Claiming fulfillment when we lack
Changing our minds instead of our actions when we fail
Scorning those who pop with color
Rather than blending with our favorite hues
Seeking love by sight instead of by touch
Keeping all we find to ourselves
Even though it will not save us
We claim divine guidance
But insert human words
We built our own towers to reach heaven
But this time
We tore them down with our own bare hands
What could have been
Shall never be
Yet still it has
its grip on me
What should have happened
Never did
And parts of me
Still to it bid
What may or may not
Come to pass
Was never really
meant to last
Yet what shall be
Before me lies
And keeps the stars
Within my eyes
The Mewriginal 