What do we hold? Do we hold it for joy? Do we hold it for pain?If for neither, Why do we hold it?Think now more than ever We must let it go Surrender it to the pastFree it to who we were Not who we areIs this not simple? To let go for joy? To … Continue reading Letting Go
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Words of the World… Unspoken
Tell me friend. How does one speak to the world?Does one yell from a mountain top and hope for a reply?Or does one speak to the trees, commune with them, and listen for an answer?I deeply wish to know. I wish to know their stores.I long to hear their tales.All they have seen, all they … Continue reading Words of the World… Unspoken
The Reckoning of Time
How do you reckon time in moments? in days? in months? in years?On in the beating of a heart one beat for your family one for your spouse one for you children one for your lifeMoments turn to days turn to months turn to years too fast and they are goneThe beating heart remembers all … Continue reading The Reckoning of Time
Home
Holding close all those you love ‘round fire warm and trueOpen arms and hearts unlike any found abroad Merry smiles all around waiting now to fill joyEvery lasting moments in memory awakened with your return
Broken
BrokenCan we live in a world Without order? Can we find peace in madness All things left unruled unordered With ourselves uncentered left far outside centralI think we cannotWe are trapped in orderHeld by linesThat are meant to show usHow things should beOur focus where it is properConformation praised True creativity Shunned Left to wilt … Continue reading Broken
Three Years On…
A New Home https://rockymountainmusing.com/2017/06/16/a-new-home/ — Read on rockymountainmusing.com/2017/06/16/a-new-home/ I started this journey three years ago. Looking back it all seemed so ambitious. I have my ups and downs, slumps where I largely posted nothing. Then times, as these days have shown, where the muse (or events) have moved to me write with deep passion. I … Continue reading Three Years On…
Status Update: Nineteen
The wind blows deeply and my home unit sighs in it. The others shiver in it; are they awakening to the truth? I feel a judgement is near, I must focus my labor toward that end.
Status Update: Six
Silence…Disquieting silence…It creeps through halls as grey numbness. The others whispers are screams in it. The tapping of my labor rolls like thunder without a listener.
Word a Day Poem, 28 January 2020
New Neighbors (parvenu) We moved into the neighborhood Shortly after coming into money It’s wasn’t the lotto Or a long dead uncle My mother had been promoted Opportunity that couldn’t be missed So the family packed And away we traveled A town where the sun was high Where the neighborhood streets were wide Avenues lined … Continue reading Word a Day Poem, 28 January 2020
Word a Day Poem, 25 December 19
This was an exciting one for me. The definition allowed for me to look at different directions. Evergreen Ever set upon my mind I see her through all time Ever growing Ever thriving Arms stretching about me Her love ever lasting All will love her None will have her She is love She is out … Continue reading Word a Day Poem, 25 December 19
Rocky Mountain Musing 