A mountain tarn,
a deep-water eye,
high and blackly gleaming.
A scramble down slippery scree
to look within,
then a tingling apprehension
of being too close
to an unbalanced footing,
one that is a lip between
tilting ground
and an entrance to nowhere.
I can't say what I expect to see,
not the bottom of a mountain,
a dazzling sky-window,
or the depth of my soul perhaps.
What I see there,
quickly buries a teetering image
into a fear-fall.
Grains of time,
tumble rootless into my mind,
imbedding themselves
in each drop of sweat.
Dizzily I grapple back up,
the whiskers of my beard
stretching toward a pebble
that was not yet tumbling
into a directionless creation,
or a momentary extinction.
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Note:
A 'Tarn' is a mere (lake), atop a high mountain. It seemingly has no inlet or outlet. "Sree' is an unstable shale that tends to slip under foot.
Categories:
imbedding, poetry,
Form: Free verse
THE SEED
There is the seed
That must be planted
There is the soil
A refuge, a home
A nurturer a guide
A provider of tools
And with proper nurturing
The seed grows roots
by imbedding in the soil
With proper maintenance
A plant grows, a flower blooms
The leaves fall off the plant
Yet the plant continues to thrive
When the right time comes
After a season or two
It blooms again
And like that seed
We are grounded
The tools are provided for us
Which lead us to formation
of a foundation from which we grow
We plant our roots into our faith
And we grow, we bloom, we thrive
Our roots are our destiny
We are obligated to maintain them
Linda Pickron 6-6-13
Categories:
imbedding, life,
Form: Prose
Quietly creeping, imbedding its self in ones mind. Hiding in the deepest corner it can find
waiting for the perfect moment to spring its trap. To wipe away what feels right, it consumes
you. Your thoughts and feelings make you hollow inside, your skin crawls and you wish to
jump from your skin and expose the monster running thru your veins, to bore itself into
your very soul. You can feel it winding its way from top to bottom circling back knowing your
about to lose control. Damn you.
Categories:
imbedding, depression
Form: I do not know?
This stance, back up now against the steel,
moving the unmovable an inch,
in a change of events quite completely surreal...
Metallic shavings all over my feet
imbedding footprints into concrete as eyelash slivers to the moon-
And my calves are knotted to freeze
My expression a vehement determination
and all of the brick and blockades
are fuel for the stoking of my motivation
This breath, heaving now with the wire and tick,
creaking the behemoth,
slipping it's grip...
all of my fingerprints stinging in sweat
on a surface akin to a spear full of lightning splitting an unsuspecting silhouette thus-
And my future is about to take flight
My delicate frame like a vice confrontation
on the peak of an impasse I will to impede
with a little known strength found as self preservation.
Categories:
imbedding, life, uplifting,
Form: Free verse