Today the flow slows
pressing the line
hard with whispers
of bygone time
and treasures
just now remembered.
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yesterdays
Rushed
What of a moment
makes for time to collapse
onto itself
into itself
until the flow escapes notice
and the big one gets away
Turns
Driving into the sun
left of center
Grace escaped
time beyond the rhythm
regret
Deep breath
hope
Speeding life beyond imagination
Regret
Listening
between the lines
of gray and green,
dreaming
lost in regret
with want and hope.
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Pexels.com Robinson, Marilynne. Gilead (Oprah’s Book Club) (p. 7). Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Kindle Edition.
Love lost
Hidden
wounds
living time
beneath the
insecure reach
that trades touch for protection
Time
Lived as if traveled
from place to another space.
Felt as if stricken or lost in a fading dream
Forgotten always in bliss and love-
slower and slower in gasps of hope.
A whirl and window
until a story becomes in time,
beauty at last.
Monsters
The wanting whisked through a conflicted reality
Some can’t stop.
Each moment boiling over into another hot space
guarded by an other,
while hate drives quick breaths unintentionally
feeding a monster.
Everyday
Every day breathes hope from forgotten dreams
taking for granted expected miracles of awareness.
But out the door then,
without coat or cover
on to a human paced journey of doing and stuff-
an accustomed living with exposed intentions
and brokenness, storms and tantrums,
only then to circle back where a closed door shields the heart
in prayerful submission to the chill of that day’s failed ending.
deranged
Time leaked
spaces feared and forgotten
memories wreaked
with daily breath once harboring hope and love.
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