30 May 2006, 1:20 PM
Brilliance is exhausting;
tempts one to lay down the quill,
even when she longs to write,
against the will.
So few the labors which meet the mark;
lay open mind and heart
in such a way that those who read
as well as she who writes
leave the page with vision clearer,
within and without self alike.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Saturday, May 27, 2006
This Side of Reflection
27 May 2006, 9:52 PM
Alone at the reservoir
Black as pitch against a fading sky,
the treeline reflects
upon the surface of the Reservoir.
A latticework of ripples
makes its way across the waters,
blurring all in its path,
muddling clear-cut lines
so that only their vaguest forms remain.
Even light is skewed;
made something other than it is
as the waters dance and play
against the dark,
beneath the wind,
above unseen currents,
encompassing the flick of fin;
movement of ken.
It occurs to me that this is how we see:
dimly; a reflection upon moving waters.
Few things are certain...
but reflection suggests form,
form entails purpose,
purpose begs volition,
volition is bound to One who wills;
who can still the waters,
clarify vision
this side of reflection.
Alone at the reservoir
Black as pitch against a fading sky,
the treeline reflects
upon the surface of the Reservoir.
A latticework of ripples
makes its way across the waters,
blurring all in its path,
muddling clear-cut lines
so that only their vaguest forms remain.
Even light is skewed;
made something other than it is
as the waters dance and play
against the dark,
beneath the wind,
above unseen currents,
encompassing the flick of fin;
movement of ken.
It occurs to me that this is how we see:
dimly; a reflection upon moving waters.
Few things are certain...
but reflection suggests form,
form entails purpose,
purpose begs volition,
volition is bound to One who wills;
who can still the waters,
clarify vision
this side of reflection.
Friday, May 19, 2006
For You
19 May 2006, 1:37 PM
The sky is blue for you today
deep, piercing, azure blue
the shade that makes me think of you
and I do quite often today
as you are where I cannot guess
but I know you're not so very far away
There is a prayer on my lips for you
as constant as the color of the sky
for it is blue even when I cannot see
beyond the clouds
beyond the darkness
to your eyes
The sky is blue for you today
deep, piercing, azure blue
the shade that makes me think of you
and I do quite often today
as you are where I cannot guess
but I know you're not so very far away
There is a prayer on my lips for you
as constant as the color of the sky
for it is blue even when I cannot see
beyond the clouds
beyond the darkness
to your eyes
Blue Sky Day
19 May 2006, 10:03 AM
It's a beautiful, blue sky day
and the moon is not so very far away
on the horizon I suspect
awaiting what he cannot guess
as I sit in a very prickly place
holding him up as best I can
It is a heavy load of care
but so much lighter for the love I bear
as I search the sky for
one
small
trace of white
It's a beautiful, blue sky day
and the moon is not so very far away
on the horizon I suspect
awaiting what he cannot guess
as I sit in a very prickly place
holding him up as best I can
It is a heavy load of care
but so much lighter for the love I bear
as I search the sky for
one
small
trace of white
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Unholy Comfort
16 May 2006, 12:25 AM
It’s tempting
I can see why the alcoholics
sexaholics do what they do
because I do it too
I don’t drink excessively
though I’m tempted to dull the pain
now and again
and it does dull the pain
momentarily
I don’t compulsively seek men
to warm the parts that feel so cold
when I’m alone
though I imagine they could satisfy
for a time
Once in a while
more often than not, if I’m honest
I eat for comfort
and it’s no more holy a habit
than fucking for the same reason
or drinking oneself into oblivion
on a daily basis in order to avoid
the pain
We all do it
It’s just a matter of how and what
and when and why
and who we dehumanize
in the process
It’s tempting
I can see why the alcoholics
sexaholics do what they do
because I do it too
I don’t drink excessively
though I’m tempted to dull the pain
now and again
and it does dull the pain
momentarily
I don’t compulsively seek men
to warm the parts that feel so cold
when I’m alone
though I imagine they could satisfy
for a time
Once in a while
more often than not, if I’m honest
I eat for comfort
and it’s no more holy a habit
than fucking for the same reason
or drinking oneself into oblivion
on a daily basis in order to avoid
the pain
We all do it
It’s just a matter of how and what
and when and why
and who we dehumanize
in the process
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George MacDonald
"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."