Changing the Verse

Shadows toss tapestries against blank walls

Past’s outlines move with the arc of the sun

Voiceless motions counter deafening emotions 

Carving story lines that remain unchanged

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Rewind, replay, retreat

The needle jumps back across a scratched record, my life

The chorus sung over and over again 

Until the right moment to change the verse

Sound of Silence

Vapors escape skyward, just out of reach

Parched, a salty taste remains, overwhelming the senses

Shimmering illusions lie at horizon’s edge

Awaiting my arrival, long lost friends

Distance remains, gaps never seem to close

Undeterred, reminders float within eyesight 

Mirages existing in the sounds of silence

Mosaic on a Clear White Space

Old photos taped to a wall

Hints of age and wear, edges frayed

Crease lines overlap faces, names

But not reminders of you, me, them

Black and white, some things never change

Colors extend, each moment, each glance

A mosaic of life projected on a clear white space

Life’s collection, unique shapes and sizes

Yet randomly fit together perfectly

A Strike, A Flame, A Toss

Synchronized

Footsteps to the sound of my wristwatch 

A sputter of fast paced thoughts

My imagination’s firm grip on the handle, a printing press – my mind

Round and round, pages pile up until they teeter and spill to the floor

An open box, a lone match stick, waiting patiently to take hold of the reins

Winds on stand by, to breathe life, at the same time an end

Thumb and finger, a strike, a flame, a toss

Out of the darkness once more

Embrace the Rain

Springtime

Trickles down from high altitudes 

White turns blue, blue to clear

Transparent drops divulge more than I wish

On my sleeve they roll without mapped destinations

I am it, it is me

Embracing rain, leaves me drenched, cleansed yet a bit uncomfortable 

Acceptance, not easy, a long road

Puddles collect, reflections emerge

Tomorrows not to be feared