Breezes cool and soothing always
flow by me this day
as if to say I’m here
I’m aware
I’m still alive.
Early and melancholy I rise, awake
deeply - damp, and intensely
conscious; today exists yearlessly,
I feel.
Connection intensifies.
Rivers and oceans carry magnetic
touch, equally strong,
empathetically attractive
As brave armies march towards
assured destruction
they do so beautifully
for now
for today, for tomorrow
things will change
But on this morning, eternal -
engraved in time - I find “I” is plural
We
existed, exist
today.
photo courtesy of Chris Owens
Been too long… expect a full-fledged update soon. For now, a sonnet I wrote last night.
Again tonight my heavy spirit spilled
beyond its brim a water - quiet, calm
saturating night with solemnness stilled,
to sing with tremor deep a dying psalm.
She motioned forward, asking of me: pass
but I’d squandered intention long before
the moment thus with rev’rence did amass
a sullen, unmistakable allure.
How awful then it seemed of night’s request
that I surrender plaintiveness to sleep
for I awake can tightly hold her lest
I wake, her absence comes, and fall to weep.
What in solitude might I never know
that selfish wont alone refused to grow?
- Ben