In the wilderness of bewilderment,
Sculpting different sorts of thoughts,
Where intent fades, needing no interment,
And truth exudes from all its rots.
There lies the stark resolve for my future,
A slender hope of life ahead,
Bound together by a catgut suture,
That time corrodes until it's shed.
All kept away from prying eyes,
Ever before my intent was conceived,
Just to keep all sane minds apprised,
And safeguard each new blessings just received.
Intent is wordless, lost in speech,
Etched as imagery – symbol of hope,
Quavering conscience stays unbreached,
Through the darkness of intense doubt it gropes.
That morning
you had asked
your maid
why she wasn't
smiling happily.
Was it not
Independence Day?
She had paused
in her meticulous
dusting of you
priceless paintings.
She had looked
at you;
dead eyes
set in a
blank face.
Bewilderment
lacing her voice,
she had asked,
"Independence day?
What are we
free from today?"
Bewildering
Is the experience
Of many seekers of
Nothing..
Complexities and
Assumed
Foreknowledge
Thread through
The teachings ..
Feeding the
Narrations of
Bewildered
Searching...
I wish I had
A way to say
I’ll love you til
The break of day.
But when the morning
fog doth lift
A mystery hath
Left us betwixt.
While sunshine spins
A merry-go round
Into my heart
Earth too confounds.
But if brighter days
give way to fruit
I’ll love you - I love you
Til death has no room.
Demented dimensions seal the fate
That I was graciously provided.
Inopportune circles reveal the truth;
That reason lies in paths once divided.
I am the broken and the shattered,
A flavor of another time.
The sun must set on this horizon,
The wind must ring its chime.
Times of joy meant to last forever,
End with a path of your choice.
Painful occasions fester and linger;
Rain obscures the misery in my voice.
Meaning exists to be uncovered,
Unknown purpose can still be found.
While my current state is nothing,
My memories cannot be bound.
Within the echo chambers of his mind
distorted voices battle to be heard,
familiar in tone yet undefined;
connections faulty, messages now blurred.
An excerpt from my poem 'In disarray' 20.11.19
Rithimus Divisa 6 Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory Barden
He left home this morning
With his hoodie keeping him warm
Saying goodbye to his mama
And continuing on out the door
He sat down at his favorite desk
Where he could hear the best
And began to flip through the pages
Of an amazing book he’s found
That’s when the silence turned around
And shrieks of excitement began to sound
There were shooters inside the school
Evidently, no one knew….
His last day on this earth was normal
Here one moment, gone the next
Why did he have to die so young?
Only God has the answers to this one.
His mama remembers that morning
Now it is chiseled on her weary mind
A simple gesture, a kiss on the cheek
Was the last time she would feel his love
September 30, 2019
HERE ONE MINUTE, GONE THE NEXT Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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