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

Sanctuary’s Uneven Road

Ashen skies hide sunrise’s thorns, shallow waters fill my lungs

Muted lights through rice paper screen doors, gazing at the truth

Peeled wallpaper hangs off tired walls, waiting to be held then tugged to the floor 

Silent crumpled photos, tangled stories untold, knotted at both ends

Tides of anguish kept at bay, sanctuary’s uneven road, paved with discarded voices

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Dawn’s arrival, deep breaths, inhaled tattoos beneath the skin

Not tomorrow nor the next, a knock at my door, a reminder someday will come

A collection of darkness, forever follows, filling each footprint, stride for stride

Running, stopping, turning, hiding – impossible to evade

I stop, I turn, I wait – a reunion, an embrace, a farewell until we meet again