Concepts – Page 42

black and blue and bruised
pinned to the ropes but fighting
for our very souls
–
a hard rain
drenches all
with no regard

tiny little lies
the mortar between the stones
of my foundation
–
morning
glistening on
silken threads

long flowing tresses
cascade down from her shoulders
swirling at her feet
–
running
fast and free
into the future

the sun’s departure
as the day draws to a close
burns the ombré sky
–
fireflies
against the
dawn of night

after the bowl sings
so peacefully sits the monk
in meditation
–
calm water
reflective of
inner peace

the thinnest veneer
of our civilization
so easily torn
–
scissors-
crisp, fresh
white sheets

unable to sleep
in what used to be our home
Feeling your echo
–
labyrinthine walls
reflecting back
your hollow voice

as it carves an arc
the scythe knows not of the grass
or cares of its fate
–
autumn wind
swirling oak leaves
carried aloft

a cavernous void
of fears and uncertainty
filling drop by drop
–
darkening forest
a deep growl
in the distance

patiently waiting
the river of time seems to
slow to a trickle
–
mayflies
in the pond
a snapping turtle