Live Stream
The tiny stream emerged from the woods
with a song in its heart and a spring in its waters
Flowing over sharp stones and unbudging rocks,
finding its way through caves and dark forests
it gushed along with a purpose.
"Exuberance will get you nowhere,"
said the placid lake..."Come lets stagnate" it begged.
NO said the tireless stream "Let me go,
"I am alive let me flow"
No point, said the lake you'll meet death sooner
Death? scoffed the stream, Ha! I am going to live forever.
I flow to be a part of the mighty waves
to rise and fall for endless days
The ocean beckons with open arms
and that is where I'll live on
I'm going where I belong.
23-3-2019
'Intensity'
Julia Ward
Categories:
unbudging, freedom, longing,
Form: Free verse
Understanding that a period of anger and rage need to be had,
to allow her to vent her emotions and then regain her sense of self and
reality.
But is a prolonged period needed?
Is such a permitted tenure being abused?
Not wanting to give in I remain in a sense of unbudging callousness.
Only such a state will empower me agains the abuse of her warranted
anger.
Why can we no longer be amorists?
Why have we been conformed to have no dialogue between us?
No normality of such a relationship has existed for some time.
Not since this relationship has been cultivated, have we experienced
the socially acceptable union...or even that had among our peers and
elders.
Partly due to my lack of experiecne and damaged conscious, many of our
problems can be charged to me.
But why, when something better is desired, is there no coupled effort?
Nothing sought after on her part?
Perplexed, I seek to dig within myself to alter my ways.
But still she does not appreciate any change.
She continues to have her magnifying glass over my head, only examining
my shortcomings.
Perturbed...Confounded I remain.
Categories:
unbudging, confusion, husband, lost love,
Form: Narrative