The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
The sorrows that once assailed us and held us in place Are now the sorrows of yesterday Replaced as such With the troubles and worries of today. We have woken so many days Doubtful of ourselves, Fearful of the challenges we know we face And ever more fearful of those we do not, But have … Continue reading …And the Sun is Shining Once More
Do we not all exist As figures in a grand portrait Captured Each second In a cosmic still-life Our lives existing Within As well as between Each vibration Each motion Each advancement of the scene? We are all here Together Huddled On an improbable And utterly awesome Sphere of space debris That is spinning through … Continue reading Each With Their Own Story to Tell
Sit back; Relax. Sometimes That's just what You need When life gets Too rough. Step back; Analyze and Find space to breathe. At the end of the day Some how Some way We all must Take time To unwind. Let go; Leave behind All that Clouds your mind.
Smoke curls gently from the end of a lit cigarette Hanging in the air The light filtering slowly through As the clouds drift aimlessly in the open air Before falling softly to the floor below For a moment I am lost My mind captured in the swirling smoke Twisting and floating Moving aimlessly against minimal … Continue reading With a Breath
Solitude Is at times Like a gust of fresh air An open space in which to breathe At others It is an asphyxiating absence A vacuum to be filled There is a stillness now A silence To permeate All the hours of the day And of the night And in the nascent chasm between It … Continue reading There is a Stillness Now
Eyes once closed Spring open Once more Returning from Deep freeze Seeing clearly Scenes long since abandoned Grey and faded Curled at the edges From years of neglect Reminiscence Sorrow relived Sometimes the past Is best left In the past Bridges to nowhere Thomassons true Utterly useless But clearly maintained Only when accessed Now we … Continue reading The Past, At Rest, Awakens
Once these words Have moved, freely From my mind To the space in front of it They are no longer mine If ever they were; Rather They become An entity all their own, Living and breathing and eating and procreating, Not residing for any extended period of time, Leaving bastard children and forlorn lovers in … Continue reading Not Forgotten but Neither Dwelt On