#bedrock
i live here on the bedrock
tunnel vision
it’s difficult to see
sometimes it’s just grey
there used to be easier ways to get out
before i became baggage
left behind, raided and rotting
a shell of what used to be there
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 6:47 PM UTC
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_СНЕГІЅН
what you have;
the sticks and the stones,
the brittle bones and the names
you call yourself out of disappointment,
frustration and contempt. СНЕГІЅН it all; the
rituals and the struggles, the battles lost and won.
Eventually, those positions held so uncompromisingly
will be surrendered, by choice or by chance, to the
nothingness from whence
they came.
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you are at one or at odds with yourself, whether you like it or not, they are a part of what has made you who you are - informed your choices, shaped your present. Return them to the bedrock of the earth, the ether, or the ocean, if you will; but do so with grace, fond remembrance, and a care for that which lives on within you._
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 11:41 PM UTC
_I rest my head on her shoulder,
The shoulder of the earth;
Cradled in her warmth,
Caught by shifting currents,
Cleansed by hoar-frost’s pervasive bite;
Tutored by seasons’ changes.
Musing to myself that she has faith in me,
That I have something to offer her;
Negotiating with my intellect,
Letting my imagination run wild,
Enough to entertain the idea that
I am capable of something more than this._
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
Underneath
the shifting layers of gravel and soil,
the thin crust of busyness
and distractions
are the hours of merging and melting
from our friction and romance,
in other words
the love and trust
that is our bedrock.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
I
Laugh with you openly happy
Often about things of no note
Vital times that we embrace together
Every ounce of my love I devote.
You are my bedrock, you are my muse
Oft times alone I am of no use
Until once more you’re here as you choose.
©Joe Wilson – Love 2014
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC