I can't quite express it
I'm experiencing an outpouring of ideas--
Passions of mine
That have been latent,
Locked down under feelings of
Insecurity and a sense of not being enough.
But the dam that kept my potential locked away
Has cracked.
And a surge of
Beautiful, magical
Passion is bursting through me,
Searching for soil
To plant all my ideas in
So they can grow, gradually,
With the nurture provided by my Passion's
Exuberant love.

I walked down memory lane
Pictures appeared on either side of me
Photographs from times past of
Smiles and laughing
Crying and pain
It's all come and past
Everything is ephemeral
I rode the waves of all these experiences
But the waves have crashed on the sand
Life is tranquil now,
and unplanned

My head is full of echoes
of these memories
I'm a marionette
Controlled by my past
In all my dreams
I am back in my glory days,
Stuck there
On rewind,
Trying to find a way out

I had dreams then
I grew up but the dreams
Never became fulfilled
So I regressed
So I could still find
Solace in my dreams
For my dreams feel impossible to fulfill
in current time
But they still seem attainable
When I'm viewing them through the lens
of my past self

I find comfort in who I used to be,
Now I am an ambiguous being
Not sure of who I am
and where I am going
Listless and lost
Numb, merely existing
Without any real drive
Reality is the water to my fiery passions
I've strived for so long
to bring my dreams into fruition
But reality has cooled my idealistic zeal
And left me spiritless.

a Singularity
    we imagine
       in the Center
            of her trunk..
                one black hole
                     burns slow
                          steady and bright
                              though still dark..
                                    creating curves
                                         rings of sapwood
                                                 and of bark..
                                                       new warmth
                                                          ­  each morning
                                                         ­        gift of Sol..
                                                           ­          new branching
                                                       ­                    keeps vision
                                                          ­                       fires aglow...

Anticipation

I am snow weary
    waiting for the sun to shift
        to the southern sky.

Harbingers

Crocus through the snow -
    its yellow shadow tells us
        spring is on the way.

Equinox

Daylight equals night
   and all the world awakens
      from it's solemn sleep.

Celebrating Spring

Wildflowers flourish
    along the sylvan trailways
        raising hymns to spring.

Is it Really Spring?

All the trees wear leaves
    wheat fields all carpeted green
        why this April snow?

Is it Still Spring*

Heat swirls hovering
    like a scorching summer noon
        yet it’s only May.

Days go by as the sun rises and sets
People have lived with regrets
But then searched and love the people they met

Dear Friends,,

I have been on Hello since the end of December. Before that I never thought I'd ever have thousands of people read my poems  let alone provide positive reinforcement. Many of you have become very precious to me also. I recently noticed the amount of reads I've gotten, and the number blows my mind. Thank you for supporting my addiction! I love reading yours as much as you have enjoyed mine, maybe more. Keep writing everyone. Thanks for your support. You mean more to me than even a poet can express in words.

Love,

Chuck