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
Poetry
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
Silence
Longing for a moment of Silence
A Winters Dram
The calm of a warm winters day sets inJanuary still shows itself in long shadowsfrom a low set sun and cooling breezeA mid afternoon sit upon the porchBreathing deep speaks well to my bodyA dram of whiskey sitting beside meSipped slowly speaks well to my soulRemember to take in the slow moments For they are … Continue reading A Winters Dram
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
Status Update: Forty Six
As I began my day an air, moist and fragrant, filled my home unit. The others have commented that it smells of some forgotten… I dare not say. With a labored mind of half held realization, I enter into my labor.
Status Update: Thirty Five
The whisper, unheard but screaming, returned in the quiet hours before first light addling my mind. It spoke un-truth which shakes the other. My labor, all the more important in these days is slowed.
Status Update: Thirty
A wave of malaise has washed over my home unit; all is still. Rising now the other are covered in it but in understanding. My labor continues in deepening un-light.
Rocky Mountain Musing 