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I had a daily Bliss
I half indifferent viewed
Till sudden I perceived it stir—
It grew as I pursued

Till when around a Height
It wasted from my sight
Increased beyond my utmost scope
I learned to estimate.
 Jul 2017 Summer Edmonds
DK
I left my darkness at home in a drawing i did
Capped my pen with its lid
And slid it under the table
Still on my mind like a drug
So I tried to sweep it under the rug
But spring cleaning had a different meaning this season
Greetings my darkness said
I thought i hid you with the rest of this mess
I'm only hidden till you are stressed
See there are things in your head
I am not one of them
But those things lay my bed
And so there behind your eyes I rest
Your inaction and content my crest
Though I wear it plainly
It seems you can never see it
A symbol for your Frankensteins monster
In hindsight you might has well be it
So Doctor when will you decide to believe it?
Battered by strong winds,     stems bend with the storm.
This is a silence      deep roots know too well.
17:00 - 08/07/17

State of mind: calm; thoughtful.
Perspective: empirical; spiritual.

Thoughts: from observations - of watching crops in the garden swaying with the breeze. The storm is analogous with struggle. People who know they can fight through something stick at it. There's silence in knowing the storm will pass.

Questions: how far can the stem bend before it is broken? Know thyself...

Listening to: Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence
I see an ancient moon
Passing through the soft
Branches entering my window.
Reaching into the illumination feeling
The fire - impalpable in my arms,
Shadowed by wrinkles with a remembrance
Touched by everything that always brought me home.
It is as if everything that exists, all light, all aromas,
All that I touch - they are all the sea upon which I float.
Funny how little by little I learned to love yet
Little by little I also seem to forget.
Somehow we forgot how to look for each other.
You left me at the shore holding my own heart,
Where my roots were exposed and ripped out
Floating away to seek new lands carrying
With me this silent, broken existence.
Destiny will undoubtedly land me wherever it will but
As the moon shines on me tonight I float off
To the heavens while nothing is extinguished.
For love feeds on love and as long as I live I
Shall forever be in your arms as surely as
This moonlight shines ever so softly in mine.
Don't you ever wonder why things never stay as ... wonderful as they once were? I suppose that like life love works in cycles. It never hurts to ask, why?
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