Life’s walls remain as high as the clouds
Covered by shrouds of thunderclouds
Looking up I awe in vast wonder
Mental impasse envelopes by the hour
Hour after hour
I grow more dour
I knit a suit of doubt
I only see myself with rout
Still on the battlefield
Inside I aimlessly yield
A crack appears
The wall has fears
A fraction of a win
I sneak a grin
I smack at the crack
I laugh as I thwack
Time is my weapon
Grit is my gun
The hole widens
The bleakness weakens
The wall can time-worn
And I can become reborn
Time is my tailwind
Categories:
tailwinds, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Pictures of life are so blurry looking through the lens of a wet pane
Wind fills it with all its fury heavy; driving me today a cold rain
It howls with a strength; if only I could use the screen as a harnessing strain
But instead, I run from it just as a minnow swims towards a seine
It's tailwinds inflicted untold fear as they razed the central plane
There's life in this sky, elixir; as the Tulips push out of the soil this week, they can not restrain
Sunshine will fall again just as water always finds a way to drain
Such guilt seeing all the colors of the world unfold, it hurts so badly that it was expensed by others' pain
Categories:
tailwinds, fear, natural disasters, rain,
Form: Monorhyme
I or let’s say we, perceive outer form,
till feeling within, bliss magnetism warm.
Illusions seen are but an ego ruse,
trailing as thought forms, becoming our muse.
Irked by thought spirals, that twirl us around,
trading angst for joy, in love our soul’s drowned.
Impelled by a need to garner the truth,
tailwinds divine beseech God search forsooth.
Inked by hues of love, heart lotus blossoms,
tracing playfully, bliss in all bosoms.
Is not descent into life a wonder,
tilling heart till no one is asunder?
Ignition of love, awaits us within,
tango dancing to feel bliss on our skin.
In timeless time by grace, we vaporise,
tasting flavours of life breaths in surprise.
Intimate is touch of God’s love caress,
transfixing us in bliss, free from duress.
Immediate is granting of bliss boons;
toroidal mists, within which our heart swoons.
Instant nirvana’s ours for the asking,
taming ego’s urge for multitasking.
Illumination, to soul is innate,
thwarted yet on earth by desires that bait.
In the vibrant void of silence, let’s rest,
tapering thought, we find we’re at the crest.
15-August-2022
Categories:
tailwinds, muse, spiritual,
Form: Couplet
On a plane
sadly
heading home
adventure lost
in the tailwinds
only memories remain
Categories:
tailwinds, travel,
Form: Free verse
Summer Swansong
A gust blew by fast
It's tailwinds bow to summer
Hello September
connie pachecho
9/1/17
A gust-August
Categories:
tailwinds, appreciation, september, summer,
Form: Haiku
We do it all the time
From morning to evening
Choice of direction and focus
Bad and smart choices
There is a delicate balance in life
Advertising is an incredibly effective
way to convey a message
We are concerned that it should be cheap
However, top class and comfort
Trust your gut feeling
A free travel with tailwinds and headwinds
21.03.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Categories:
tailwinds, humor, travel,
Form: Free verse
BIRDS
B reathless each day the winged ones burst and unite into the twilight frieze--
I s there a more delicate touch to the sight than the songbirds as they take to the sky?
R eveling while entwined with the tailwinds-- delighting the indigo breeze,
D ashing on the last rays of sun to nip the laziest mosquito on the fly --
S ong of the satisfied sung—they fade into the welcoming night bosom of the trees.
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12-21-12
Categories:
tailwinds, animal, beauty, introspection, life,
Form: Acrostic
When your best friends
Wear lab coats
And carry instruments
The steal smiles
And steam the meaningful
stains
Out of your soul,
(The little imperfections
In all of us that
Help sculpt and mold
Our images)
Remaining self-aware for
Self-awareness’ sake
Becomes potentially problematic.
Floating above reason with
A touch of lethargy
Maximizes self-control
But detracts from
Fundamental choice.
Insomnia limited to
Social norms
Slashes and burns
A one-way path to
Narcoleptic days
And where have the
Weeks gone?
Seasons move like
Speed-demon racecars,
Their tornado tailwinds
Blowing up skirts as they pass.
The looks I draw would
Tarnish steel,
Heavy and demeaning;
With an arrogant smile,
I brush off my shoulder
And look through
The wormhole.
Categories:
tailwinds, angst, depression
Form: Free verse