Sunday, January 13, 2019

Transformed

What was, is no more,
and yet it holds to
memory and mind,
struggling against the

closing shades, as if
determined to remain
intact, even as the
material evidence is

removed. Do all things
remain forever in their
energetic state? Eternal,
unable to be touched by

the purely physical, for
once created, they can
never be destroyed-
only transformed?

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Fate

How the fates
deceive and
trip us - smiling
always at our
folly. Yet with
compassion.


Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Dark nights

I
Dreams in tatters,
hopes so deeply
frayed, optimism
languishes; so do
fears parade.

II

Holding to the
fantasies of past,
serves no end;
has no future.

 III

Realms of dark
being, on the edge
of sleep, there do
demons dwell.

IV

They haunt me,
hopes in stained
robes, drifting in
translucence.

V
Pain pulls the draw
string on the small,
soft bag of self,
tying me into being.

VI
Culled, cut finer
pruned by life's
blade, so are we
reformed.

VII
Scattered pieces,
mind in disarray;
soul selects to
re-member.

VIII
Suffering is
the language
of this life-
its babble.

IX

Whisperings
without sub
stance - taunt.

X

Transformation
waits with
empty hands.