week 653 ~ as you fall off the edge of the known world

as you fall off the edge of the known world
remember to reach for your sanity
or what’s left for the future’s not pretty
and you’ve been living indoors tightly curled
up in a ball of denial the loss
has made prognostication difficult
will your wings still work or is the result
of brain disuse disabling please don’t toss
jagged shards of truth at anyone fly
as best you can right now because escape
is essential to progress to reshape
expectations will take time you and I
don’t have so let’s just move ahead seeming
convinced we’ve not reached the end of dreaming

week 651 ~ happily

happily
unwoven
from what’s me
happily
found silly
explosion
happily
unwoven

week 650 ~ second shot

second shot
worry’s done
it’s been got
second shot
feels a lot
like I won
second shot
worry’s done

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 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 647 ~ not sure I can burrow any deeper

not sure I can burrow any deeper
or keep my impulse to wildness locked in
break through the dirt honeysuckle creeper
not sure I can burrow any deeper
nights are still cold spring’s a heavy sleeper
close your eyes roll over wait to begin
not sure I can burrow any deeper
or keep my impulse to wildness locked in

week 646 ~ the seasons leap ahead

the seasons leap ahead
warm days leak through the cracks
signs of freedom misread
the seasons leap ahead
but I hold back instead
not time yet to relax
the seasons leap ahead
warm days leak through the cracks

Week 645 ~ still here still dreaming

still here still dreaming
waiting for the thaw
spring flowers scheming
still here still dreaming
future mysteries gleaming
though the wind is raw
still here still dreaming
waiting for the thaw

week 644 ~ bright lights close her eyes

bright lights close her eyes
squint out at the world
I’m ok she lies

spring from winter flies
windy night unfurled
bright lights close her eyes

head down she still tries
dodging troubles hurled
I’m ok she lies

still her answer buys
time through dangers swirled
bright lights close her eyes

though she sometimes cries
in dread’s cocoon curled
I’m ok she lies

snow melts pavement dries
questions answers twirled
bright lights close her eyes
I’m ok she lies

week 643 ~ woman who lives at the edge of the world

woman who lives at the edge of the world
at the end of time the mother of all
who have lost their way forward hear my call
as I stumble my destination twirled
in the claws of defeat unraveling
while I wait and grow old without solace
no sheltering harbor here or safe place
to rest or hold fast always traveling
in circles asking why I can’t break through
grabbing hold of my own inner wildness
fighting to eradicate spurious
references to expectations to do
what I do well do best is all I ask
some opportunity outside this mask