week 648 ~ exactly when and how

exactly when and how
isn’t known yet or where
we’ll see soon just not now
exactly when and how
we’ll escape and allow
life back in waiting there
exactly when and how
isn’t known yet or where

week 575 ~ time always passing as lit from within

time always passing as lit from within
memories escape from their holding cell
with joy or sorrow hallmarks of life well
and truly lived too many to begin
to spend time while the present rushes in
and then it’s gone with stories yet to tell
I hold fast in the current if I fell
would I pass on too would momentum win
or tied to a life path I can’t let go
in moments of despair because of all
who wouldn’t understand I chose to fall
to rush through the interminably slow
unwinding of years left dreams forgotten
have I the strength to stand back up again

Week 526 ~ I’m not entirely sure what’s still left

I’m not entirely sure what’s still left
ahead traveling this road so many
years the future doesn’t have the same heft
it once did the fact of mortality
casts a long shadow mysteriously
unclear about when the end will arrive
or how predictable or suddenly
gone the simple fact of being alive
no longer to be taken for granted
struggling in these uncertain times to be
fully engaged nurture the seeds planted
years ago or sprouting more recently
to be proud of the life I’ve lived so far
yet watch it go the final door ajar

week 516 ~ single out a moment to remember

single out a moment to remember
from all the days that passed before you knew
how a sudden rain could douse life’s ember
something to hold onto to get you through
an unexpected smile comprehending
nothing can possibly make time rewind
doors close as long lost adventures ending
knock vainly hoping still oh nevermind
life speeds up at the end without warning
there isn’t time to make a speech of note
play one more song to lure in the morning
night will consume you whole that’s all she wrote
and when it comes where will I be waiting
ticket in hand still anticipating

week 504 ~ life is finally slowing down

life is finally slowing down
leaving room for mad to poke through
inspiration that might undo
the loss of dreams that have been drowned
in some ocean of false renown
what’s important what you intend
is nearer days are longer bend
time to your purpose find a new
road ahead but move quickly to
sidestep the thought you might offend

week 496 ~ I am writing for a future

I am writing for a future
a time when my voice will be heard
now it’s too bold so not a word
marks the world but that won’t deter
art music love all these infer
a presence as life is passing
by all the paint I can I fling
at the wall sonic graffiti
claws out through the work sets it free
to land somewhere where hopes can sing

week 495 ~ music is the only path out

music is the only path out
sometimes when darkness is falling
vision muted future calling
for more than I can give without
melting into despair to doubt
the facts around me denial
tempts feigned blindness the trial
of waiting seems impossible
to navigate life should be full
of hope unfettered by guile

week 473 ~ as life swirls around I reach out

as life swirls around I reach out
snatch blindly through the empty air
not sure what I hope to find there
or why I’m here and looking shout
and the words bounce back full of doubt
neither brave nor foolish I start
off no certainty in my heart
hoping action confers purpose
the path abandoned treacherous
this story heads for its next part

week 471 ~ more behind than ahead

more behind than ahead
drifting past midpoint
sunset bleeds river red
more behind than ahead
no option here instead
music in counterpoint
more behind than ahead
drifting past midpoint

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