Lines

by ltestonMarch 3, 2018March 4, 2018

I race through lines of shadowed trees

marking highway miles

Beams of sun flash inbetween

stains of light on dark

Never slow. Never stop.

Nothing stills the soul

A one-way movement through the day

as still the cancer grows

Nothing soothes the sting of flames

lining every breath

A daily journey–race it seems

through lines of shadowed trees

Another lightning in-between the patient-doctor space-

Data-speak and comfort lines

my very human face

reflecting life as memories

shadows close the day.

Photo by Trevor Cole

Strandings…

by ltestonApril 26, 2017April 26, 2017

There is no imagination even

to find the journey

with lovers, dance and sacrament.

Evening shadows of vessels block the shore, the portals.

No tides, no swell. No circles of sun and moon.

Just flatland -well calculated, illustrated, dramatized and over spoken.

The daily grind , the inland

of forgotten life and being.

Image with gratitude via “Capturing The Imagination” WordPress.com

To know

by ltestonMarch 26, 2017

To know the beat of waves in rhythm

stripping, striking stone to sand

gasping breath and fear together

pushed and pulled in chords of love.

Nothing really.

by ltestonFebruary 4, 2017February 5, 2017

Empty places are not alone.

They are not so quiet either-

taunting and haunting thoughts

in exploding fragments full of grace

reforming time,

taking nothing really into the soul

and finding there a divine space.

Resist

by ltestonJanuary 28, 2017January 28, 2017

Bone chilled cold

feeling the force of the day mid winter

I apologize to those tall and green

standing alone with promises of spring

I don’t know their grain within

holding promises that warm

resisting the frozen cover of ice and snow.

Lock the door on your way out….

by ltestonJanuary 1, 2017

I always remember my dreams. They reset and reframe the truth lying just underneath my daily life and struggles.

In anticipation of 2017, my sleep brought the terror of a whirlwind. Being swept away by the forces of nature, I woke distressed to say the least. This unsettled mood lasted through the last day of 2016.

I woke this am, however, on a journey abroad in the company of family and strangers . I was advising others on how to pack but also reorganizing my own bag.

Perhaps I am ready to move on.

Lock the door on your way out.

On a limb

by ltestonOctober 29, 2016

I really depend on problems. They engage my intellect. Energy flows best in me while in the “problem solving” mode.

But it’s killing me.

I spend hours intellectually solving the emotional crisis created in make-believe power struggles to right a wrong. I tune in preferentially to the oppression of wrong thinking, ready to push back. My eyes notice first the thing “wrong” with the picture.

I was educated to do this. My skills honed to fix the broken.

I have the mind of science, dissection as discovery.

Did I mention it’s killing me?

I use the quest for perfection as motivation to create. I think and talk and type until my voice is heard.

I yell louder – and over power.

I think deeper – and over intellectualize.

I focus harder- and over work.

It is killing me.

Can I just hang there? Can I hold a view on the edge that accepts the death of needing to solve the moment? Can I then live within the fall of mind to heart?

Can I live in the pain of brokenness, of autumn’s peace and beauty and know season’s change is not my call to arms?

Can I just die a bit in the strain of change without the torture of failure?

honestly

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