Adversities logic
Peace like a river
Underneath the soil
Roots run deep
Twist and turn
In the depths
As the sun burns
Hearts of emerald
Emerge like butterflies
Evidence for the eyes
That roots run deep
Dig like claws
Holding on, tenacious jaws
To nutrients, sweet below
The erratic earth
Insistent wind
Rain will come
Her tresses bend
Catching the sweet
Drops of life
Birthed of bitter
Chartreux skies
Claps of friction
Electric emission
Bullets pelt
Gentle leaves
Gusts of fury
Sigh and heave
Trunks hold tight
Roots run deep
My body torn
My soul to keep .
I shut my eyes
Curve fetally
Nature got the best of me
The beast did not see
The end of me
Look and see
My blooms are green
My branches branch
My trunk is taught
The storm is fierce
I waver not
Roots run deep
The storm will come
But me, I am
The lucky one.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Remnant
Beauty
Turns into ashes
Are the ashes beautiful?
Or is the beauty just ashes
A remnant of former things?
Who gave time....wings?
Memories fly away
Adorning the blue sky
I'm left with empty hands
Left wondering why.
Yesterdays laughter
Is the haunted silence of today
A chill in a moment
And the moment has its way.
Yesterdays sunshine
Is today's survival mode
Warm and surrounded
Becomes scared and alone.
What can I paint with ashes
What do I have to say
And if I do will anybody
Listen anyway?
Time has not expired
The end is not in sight
But everything is backwards
Will it ever be made right?
The panoramic quilt
That used to be my life
Is in a million pieces
And my visions become blind
Can holy Hands guide me
As I stitch this piece by piece
Will They create a picture
Thats beautiful for me
Broken just a remnant
All that I can do
Is wait pray and wonder
Depending all on You.
Turns into ashes
Are the ashes beautiful?
Or is the beauty just ashes
A remnant of former things?
Who gave time....wings?
Memories fly away
Adorning the blue sky
I'm left with empty hands
Left wondering why.
Yesterdays laughter
Is the haunted silence of today
A chill in a moment
And the moment has its way.
Yesterdays sunshine
Is today's survival mode
Warm and surrounded
Becomes scared and alone.
What can I paint with ashes
What do I have to say
And if I do will anybody
Listen anyway?
Time has not expired
The end is not in sight
But everything is backwards
Will it ever be made right?
The panoramic quilt
That used to be my life
Is in a million pieces
And my visions become blind
Can holy Hands guide me
As I stitch this piece by piece
Will They create a picture
Thats beautiful for me
Broken just a remnant
All that I can do
Is wait pray and wonder
Depending all on You.
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