Walk My Own Road

Crossroad, a pause in life

Detours rewind

Weather forces endurance

Uphills decline


Downhill wind across my face

Side of the road, a patch of grass to lie

Walk my own road, I go

The journey is only mine


Penciled life lines smudged in the middle

A sequence of dreams scattered on the cutting room floor

Broken scents, delayed by the wind, drifting beyond reach

The hush that forgiveness provides after the storm

Pathways through the budding groves after the rain

Teardrops of forgotten summers, dried by the touch of the sun

We forgot the reason we came, troubled journeys come to an end

Breezes Stir Embers

Burnt edges bring no sorrow

Charred pages lie in wait, in calm

Holding on without rush, nor hurry

No reason to flake and fall

Breezes stir embers, it can’t be helped

More comfort found in stillness than in ardor

But this is how it goes

In life, in love

For love of life

This is how it goes


Compressed weight dissolves, yet contours remain

Yesterday’s imprinted curve, a travel down accelerating valleys with slow ascents

Level ground eventually reverts back, as if a butter knife slowly spreads sanity across my thoughts

At least until tomorrow, or the next time the ground moves beneath my feet

Layers evolve, differing colors, textures, depths, one on top the the other

Some blend in a comfortable embrace, others distance themselves, seeking a necessary solitude

A patchwork of what was, what I am, each a tree ring of the past, hidden within

Charcoal Twists, Sweet Lies

Broken sleep spills cloudy tides, unseen submerged bridges

Stepping out, braving waves of uncertainty and fear

White wash fingers reaching out, hesitation’s touch felt

Yet I go forward 

Blowing dust off yesterday’s moments, darkness within, not without

Etched trails on maps of where I have been, not where I go

The taste of charcoal twists and sweet lies, difficult telling one from the other

Still I go forward