Day: January 22, 2020
#Haiku: First Leaf Falling
Upon the cold ground
a fallen scarlet leaf rests
returning to earth
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1800 New Beginnings- First Leaf Falling
Night LIfe
From my window a sliver of moon casts a haze over the water. I can hear the rush of soft waves. Those creatures beneath the depths, do they sleep, dream? If parted do they grieve? Down the street I can see the lights from an all night store. A man waits behind the counter. Cautiously he slips his hand under his jacket and takes a long swig from a bottle. A group of young thugs gather outside the storefront. I imagine them harming the storekeeper. Distracted by the young whore taking shelter in a doorway they laugh and whisper. Oblivious to her vulnerability she sleeps as though she has never heard of birds of prey that swoop down with jagged talons hungry for butchery. I watch intently in case I need to call out a warning but losing interest they disappear into the dark.
Maybe nothing is real. Maybe…
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Go Beyond – Afflatus
In your quest to find happiness, don’t be afraid of wandering into the dark alleys of life, for the bliss you are searching for may need that last push to&nb…
Source: Go Beyond – Afflatus
My Innermost Voice
Intoxicated by her mystic eyes
words I held back for eons surged
and the emotional deluge basked the moment
captivating us in a magical spell
My heart was split wide open
bleeding her name,
desires burning in flames
and the most intricate hushed yearnings
came rushing out
longing to hold her in my breath,
And my trembling hands
embraced her face
and our vicious lips
got fused and entwined
With surprise laced visage
and raised heartbeat
she questioned through her eyes
and I whispered gently in her ears
“You may call it my stupor’s fault but for once my subconscious mind is voicing my heart’s words”
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When Rivers Change – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: found at wikimedia.com – Nowitna River
“Life is like a river, sometimes it sweeps you gently along and sometimes the rapids come out of nowhere.” Emma Smith
When Rivers Change
When rivers change
as rivers do
unstraightened into bends,
sweeping earth from
side to side and back again,
they subvert and challenge
every shibboleth and quasi-truth
embedded in the byzantine routines
of our quotidian humanness,
which until that moment
remained unnoticed, hidden,
in the accepted drudge of
our self-created lives as
if this were the only way to live,
and for evermore.
Not so, shout the rivers,
today your habit is interrupted,
you’ll need to go by another route.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com.
Sunrise, Sunset ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
Earth is a wondrous place Awakening each morning
As the sun rises majestically
In the eastern sky
And hours later
Puts itself to bed
As it sinks slowly
Behind the western horizon
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2020 All Rights Reserved
“I will face intimidation… if a man doesn’t have something that he’ll die for, he isn’t fit to live.”
“And I won’t rest; I will face intimidation, and everything else, along with these other stalwart fighters for democracy and for citizenship. We don’t mind it, so long as justice comes out of it. And I’ve come to see now that as we struggle for our rights, maybe some of them will have to die. But somebody said,
if a man doesn’t have something that he’ll die for, he isn’t fit to live.”
Martin Luther King Jr., minister, activist, Quotes for Now, Montgomery bus boycott speech, 1955
Being In The Density
sharing space
with another
honestly
requires more than love
it’s a willingness
to let go
of one’s shield
diligently erected
a wanting
to feel the richness
of another’s essence
perhaps damaged
a deep need
to be enmeshed
on all the levels
partners wish to be seen
it’s a pact
for the happiness
of the other
in this dance of two beings
TIME…
To the brokenhearted
No words can heal
Time will nurture their wounds
The Reluctant Poet 