week 671 ~ if you are sad take a minute

if you are sad take a minute
then pick yourself up and move on
it’s time to play the cards you’ve drawn
the world’s better with you in it
see what’s next and then begin it
your worst day might be someone’s best
your luck is to be here so rest
then gather up the threads that lead
to unformed days ahead don’t heed
doubt it’s enough you have progressed

week 669~ as if waiting for the moon rise

as if waiting for the moon rise
now birds fall silent insects hum
themselves to sleep dreaming of sun
watching the forest through their eyes
we welcome evening in disguise
troubles dropping by the wayside
lost in fallen acorns they hide
with past disappointments as if
they realize a single wiff
of doubt could shove our peace aside

week 659 ~ when I think about tomorrow

when I think about tomorrow
when I dream about what’s coming
basking in the summer sun ring
turning time away from sorrow
I realize I need to borrow
from my equity of past joy
gather up my strength to destroy
fear to reimagine my days
whole and peaceful counting the ways
onward finding strength to employ

week 652 ~ there comes a day the stars align

there comes a day the stars align
the sun shines down and you can smile
feel the breeze on your face meanwhile
you keep looking for any sign
to help convince you the world’s fine
breathe deeply step outside and laugh
as gloom piles up this photograph
of carefree love will carry you
awhile their dreams could make it through
and joy could be your epitaph

week 649 ~ if we were to walk in springtime

if we were to walk in springtime
through whatever wind and weather
simply glad to be together
steadily onward set to climb
the hills of doubt our only crime
believing we can find our way
toward a better kinder day
naïvely optimistic we’d
choose the right spot to plant a seed
saved from lost dreams and there we’d stay

week 642 ~ shake up the box that is our world

shake up the box that is our world
we bounce inside directionless
ahead behind it’s all a mess
lost in the contradictions hurled
in lieu of facts false flags unfurled
won’t stop our future from sinking
in the muck ahead unthinking
compartmentalizing our grief
we walk on hoping for relief
knowing our prospects are shrinking

week 639 ~ anesthetized we carried on

anesthetized we carried on
sleep walking through grave disaster
awakened now can we master
the wreckage left behind he’s gone
but can violent words be withdrawn
can peace and hope return at last
and lies that left us once aghast
be rendered mute become harmless
inoculated can we bless
this day of change and heal the past

week 633 ~ we’re tourists at the pandemic

we’re tourists at the pandemic
staying safe at home while we are
cut off from what where who those far
away we can’t tell which one’s sick
or might be so we try to pick
a direction without thinking
walk straight ahead never blinking
lost without true maps to guide us
through we’re safe they say what’s the fuss
while all around boats keep sinking

week 632 ~ there lingers in a memory

there lingers in a memory
those far away now gone from here
as if they still are waiting near
the phone to catch up we can see
them hear their laughter now slowly
fading from our mind’s ear then gone
dim mixed with other voices drawn
from dusk who never will again
walk through our door we pause but then
remembering we carry on

week 268 ~ gripping the steering wheel tighter

gripping the steering wheel tighter
surrounded by dark and worry
is it time to pause or hurry
the future’s unclear and lighter
days could lie ahead a writer
could plan a path through who can say
all the pieces are falling stay
alert don’t let your chances go
if you dream it it can be so
now’s not time to throw hope away