week 552 ~ my heart too heavy to carry

my heart too heavy to carry
held in both hands still scrapes the ground
daffodils wither without sound
old memories will not spare me
regret but their loss can’t bury
the vision of leaves blowing green
in a future landscape unseen
where spring patiently waits for me
to understand to really see
what the unconnected dots mean

 

week 493 ~ the ignominy of aging

the ignominy of aging
falls heavily in active mode
we fall squint our bodies implode
as decades pass no point raging
regret’s for naught we’re engaging
with falling apart nonfiction
trumps wisdom earned hope’s eviction
brings lessons sadly learned too late
damage done just courage and fate
left to assuage youth addiction

week 370 ~ take the time to remember

take the time to remember
then pack those photos away
the sadness shouldn’t linger
they’re not part of you today

then pack those photos away
acknowledging what they took
they’re not part of you today
but they are who you were look

acknowledging what they took
the path you have traveled gone
but they are who you were look
try not to regret what’s drawn

the path you have traveled gone
but time has returned with grace
try not to regret what’s drawn
that’s important don’t erase

but time has returned with grace
the sadness shouldn’t linger
that’s important don’t erase
take the time to remember

week 364 ~ if I could be where I would

if I could be where I would
then I would be where I’m not
this confusion understood
if I could be where I would
looking back to where I stood
I might find the perfect spot
if I could be where I would
then I would be where I’m not

week 363 ~ just take a deep breath suffocating on

just take a deep breath suffocating on
dreams that we like to put on monuments
no one seems to care that they make no sense
paint by numbers the outline’s clearly drawn
but your plan’s stuck in someone else’s book
how did it get caught up in those pages
and when regret leaves no time for rage is
it possible there’s nowhere else to look
for the rest the hours that sailed away
while you were simply getting your bearings
the thought your choices might have been wrong stings
but is that a reason to go or stay
no one can tell you what you should do now
curtain’s closing accept the applause bow

week 329 ~ sing a song of nevermind

sing a song of nevermind
for truth enmired in rubble
I don’t want to seem unkind
sing a song of nevermind
but if pushed I think you’ll find
nothing is gained but trouble
sing a song of nevermind
for truth enmired in rubble

week 302 ~ a song full of missing

a song full of missing
family friends far far
away from here we sing
again for those who are

family friends far far
from where we’d have them be
again for those who are
here holding us up see

from where we’d have them be
to their destiny not
here holding us up see
through the mist a straight shot

to their destiny not
ours not without love loss
through the mist a straight shot
past nightmares turn and toss

ours not without love loss
dreams wishes that would sail
past nightmares turn and toss
love’s breadcrumbs on the trail

dreams wishes that would sail
away from here we sing
love’s breadcrumbs on the trail
a song full of missing

week 231 ~ the weather doesn’t know what time it is

the weather doesn’t know what time it is
and midnight won’t wait because it’s raining
for they exist outside context like spring
and though we know they’ll soon be gone our wis-
dom never saves us from regret forget
those similes the ones you planned to write
step out onto the knife’s edge where the slight-
est breeze changes your perspective don’t let
Mother Nature scare you or Father Time
they’ve got jobs to do and so do you but
their parameters are more diffuse shut
your eyes inhale the sweet constraints of rhyme
daffodils are blooming and you’re older
good enough reasons for dreaming bolder

week 94 ~ in a country beyond dreaming

in a country beyond dreaming
I awake with sleepy pleasure
believing that I’ve found treasure
in a plot too strange for scheming
I don’t look for hidden meaning
all bets are off I’m lost or free
or one with everything I see
it just depends on point of view
for I’ve stashed all that I once knew
between regret and memory

week 93 ~ some moments were never meant to last

some moments were never meant to last
watch as the streamers slip from your hand
and so the present becomes the past

all the balloons sail away too fast
while you’re stuck trying to understand
some moments were never meant to last

everyone says when more time has passed
you’ll realize your life’s not an island
and so the present becomes the past

and the future still can’t be forecast
but you’re no longer stuck in quicksand
some moments were never meant to last

push off from the shore it’s time to cast
a net for those tomorrows unplanned
and so the present becomes the past

as you find without warning those vast
oceans of promise can still expand
some moments were never meant to last
and so the present becomes the past