week 579 ~ wanting to stop time

wanting to stop time
suspend the future
like a nursery rhyme

or scene of a crime
a misplaced suture
wanting to stop time

or at least to climb
out of false nurture
like a nursery rhyme

walking a thin line
trying to endure
wanting to stop time

promising sublime
results rendered pure
like a nursery rhyme

through encroaching grime
though there’s no real cure
wanting to stop time
like a nursery rhyme

week 576 ~ take me to the sea

take me to the sea
slowly unwind there
just let what is be

shake old cobwebs free
embrace the salt air
take me to the sea

running on empty
in need of repair
just let what is be

breathe in out slowly
bypass deeds unfair
take me to the sea

through closed eyes you’ll see
peace hovers don’t stare
just let what is be

drift off destiny
be damned done with care
take me to the sea
just let what is be

week 531 ~ the path leads onward

the path leads onward
should I go or stay
my questions unheard

craving a wise word
I pause here today
the path leads onward

without me deterred
by unseen ghosts play
my questions unheard

success still deferred
caught up in the fray
the path leads onward

cut me loose you heard
me I’ll have my say
my questions unheard

like knives press inward
break free on my way
the path leads onward
my questions unheard

week 515 ~ sometimes easy wins

sometimes easy wins
not overthinking
as a smile begins
overlooking sins
one eye is winking

sometimes easy wins
the roulette wheel spins
if you’re not sinking
as a smile begins
ignore might-have-beens
dreams are lost blinking

sometimes easy wins
end up in dustbins
time’s always shrinking
as a smile begins
avoid luck’s tail-spins
raise glasses clinking

sometimes easy wins
as a smile begins

week 489 ~ there was a moment

there was a moment
for restitution
but it came and went

before time present
lives set in motion
there was a moment

one magnificent
manifestation
but it came and went

mixed messages sent
amidst confusion
there was a moment

I couldn’t prevent
hardly worth mention
but it came and went

and now I resent
the dream’s implosion
there was a moment
but it came and went

week 487 ~ an incantation for spring

an incantation for spring
wait in anticipation
‘til winter banished birds sing

teeter on faith desiring
days of warmth blue skies and sun
an incantation for spring

weeks turn to months lingering
cold distracts all hopes undone
‘til winter banished birds sing

songs that catch our ear ending
snow’s silent insulation
an incantation for spring

holding on ready to fling
windows wide still frustration
‘til winter banished birds sing

we see them in our dreams wing
their way north our fixation
an incantation for spring
‘til winter banished birds sing

week 485 ~ winter drags its chilly fingers

winter drags its chilly fingers
‘cross the map of light returning
isolation darkness lingers

here no feathered warbling singers
disturb landscapes stark with yearning
winter drags its chilly fingers

rays in hand the sun would fling hers
out to free the frozen burning
isolation darkness lingers

poisoned ice thorns fatal stingers
pierce the heart of warmth unswerving
winter drags its chilly fingers

dreaming of change anything spurs
illogical hopes of spurning
isolation darkness lingers

our pleas in vain springtime defers
patience a lesson we’re learning
winter drags its chilly fingers
isolation darkness lingers

week 466 ~ when the world sounds like music

when the world sounds like music
take a deep breath then join in
no matter what song you pick

you’re alone stuck in traffic
driving home from where you’ve been
when the world sounds like music

savor the moment things click
it’s one time you’ll always win
no matter what song you pick

happiness has no yardstick
no set place it should begin
when the world sounds like music

it passes you must be quick
to actuate your break-in
no matter what song you pick

you know you’ll land in the thick
of a landscape wide open
when the world sounds like music
no matter what song you pick

week 461 ~ there is no clear path ahead

there is no clear path ahead
just closed doors open windows
could we but see where truth led

nothing carved in stone instead
hasty cyphers scrawled it shows
there is no clear path ahead

and where could reason have fled
critics strike a somber pose
could we but see where truth led

the future arrives with dread
hanging on lost in the throes
there is no clear path ahead

I trip lose hold of the thread
facts shift dreams superimpose
could we but see where truth led

now lies so easily spread
make order hard to impose
there is no clear path ahead
could we but see where truth led

week 457 ~ treetops peek through my window

treetops peek through my window
stark against the cloud-grey sky
ponder where did summer go

rain-drenched branches bowing low
silent birds still dare not fly
treetops peek through my window

dampness invades its chill so
penetrating here as I
ponder where did summer go

still time presses on below
throw off blankets heave a sigh
treetops peek through my window

time to start the day although
morning sunlight passed us by
ponder where did summer go

sluggishly though it be slow
life persists so we must try
treetops peek through my window
ponder where did summer go