Inspiration
Memory
Walking through halls and forgotten spaces,
wearing the garb of another time,
feeling the emotions that surface from nowhere,
triggered by a word, a gesture, or a thought.
The past is not open for perusal,
but a complicated house,
filled with doors and hidden nooks.
Just when I feel I can finally see it clearly,
another door unlocks, allowing the light
to illuminate its secrets,
to unshroud its truth,
to remember what was lost.
The Edge
When do you reach the edge,
When your mind says no more can I take?
Is it a decision, or a need to stop the pain?
Is the edge the end, or your decision for the end?
Then sometimes the mind can step somewhere else,
And look inside the chaos from another place.
And the mind can hold itself beyond any pain,
And say quietly.
I am here and can go on forever.
Rain
Watching the rain come down,
not calmly, not serenely,
sometimes in torrents,
sometimes incessantly persistent,
watching the rain come down,
all around me, in everyone’s eyes,
watching the rain come down.
And then it stops,
for a while.
Poetry in the Severe
What muffled thoughts roam within my head,
They wander around bumping into odd pieces
of broken furniture,
Furniture that is dusty
Perhaps a little warped, and most definitely well past its
time of utility.
The thoughts they wrap around bends and turns,
And fight so desperately to be heard amidst the roar of
frantic crowds,
Personages from the past still yelling at me, demanding
my attention now and again,
And to make sure that they can still inflict their daggers.
But then there might be a lull for a moment,
The time when I forget to remember,
When sweet peace teases me with the possibility
That indeed what has passed can be released.
It is for those moments that I am still here,
That in spite of the wretched avalanche that invariably
follows expectation,
I am here.
And in the quiet, and in the calm, I am set free.
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