531. Sands

Somewhere just beyond the minute’s reach
where splashing waves and shimmers beckon,
that waiting there, held mutual gazes,
we understood without words spoken —

But here, enveloped in a sleepless hour’s hold
where empty airs would wind and circulate,
a thought was free, but lost the same,
what day and dame did not reciprocate.

Notes:
“If only you would know // the things I long to say…”
T: 14

530. Free Association (#03)

Friends
Undulating
Legacy
Keeper
Agonize

Answered
Lovingly
Wish
Attachments
Yesterdays
Soon

Confide
Oblique
Notions
Fire
Indecisive
Dancing
Ached
Nights
Time

Notes:
Such letters, words, as these – at once a collected jumble, and yet containing so much more. Is that the meaning of free association then, for those who can see connections between lists of words?
T: 12

527. Matching

Just another drop,
an ocean of leftovers,
collective smiles, sad —

But they rejected too,
companions of this wallow,
stories too well-matched —

Gusts of hurricane,
lashing angry upon sails,
mellowed at the shore.

Notes:
A little different from the usual form for tonight, but a topic otherwise evergreen.
T: 12

526. Shimmer

A figment’s weight is not so much
that moments feel it dragging so,
and yet when daylight’s at a pause,
not all the dark could mask its glow;

Such sound or scent, a briefest hug,
a passing minute of a younger day
would linger in sweet sleep’s reprieve
untethered to our waking ways.

Notes:
But somehow, I prefer the waking world and resist sleep each night…
T: 20

525. Startings

The paths diverged in four:
a leftward to known shores,
a coastal walk of yesterday
your feet well marked before;

A rightward to some distance
unmarked, just rounding river,
and we could but only guess
how salt and fresh life differs;

And two to go, two forwards,
one smoother course well-paved,
where thousands have maintained
from birth unto their graves;

The last, a road up mountain,
at once supreme and solemn,
for few who see from height
return as we once knew them;

And so in dawn light’s blessing,
the pilgrims, paupers, princes, walked.

Notes:
“Oh, if life were made of moments, Even now and then a bad one // But if life were only moments, Then you’d never know you had one.”
T: 33

524. Enduring

No cramp’s a pain too great,
nor scrape that’s too misshapen,
when bowed but focused brows
are blind to all that wasn’t —

And what’s a price too great,
nor sought an angel’s bargain,
that all the worth of earthly truths
would pale to one obsession.

Notes:
And so it goes…planned or unplanned, stubbornness or resilience. At least know what you want and be honest.
T: 10

523. Contexts

Aflame, no captivated soul resists
the call of knowledge hidden,
but prior wisdom kept denied
and marked the clues forbidden —

So toiled off in vain perhaps,
ever closer to coherent answers:
yet will breakthroughs bring delight
or leave new puzzles even stranger?

Notes:
If there are answers, I have questions…or is it an addiction?
T: 11

522. Momentary

Dare we a moment linger here,
a respite before dawn,
embracing smiles fading fast
before awaking to move on;

Shall we at night retire there,
exploring ‘midst the thoughts,
where dreams provide us joy
that life by day cannot.

Notes:
“One hope at a time, one step then another…” Best not get lost in dreams though, when reality is 2/3rd of every day.
T: 8