Rust flaked signposts,
from dew-stain,
era enigmatic,
omen, symbol,
scratched by,
yellow fog weather,
floating visual,
or pigment’s,
crumpled inmost span,
waned crossing,
I peer with,
hazed whimsy,
on my prime flush,
streetscape ambit,
what is destination,
but infinity of kismet,
elliptic nudge from afar,
“BLINDLY” lolling in,
circular pursuit,
then founding paradigm,
raise the “BLINDS,”
wisps of unearthly whisper,
almost orange-red robin,
yet impactful brain stroke,
luminous and lucid,
a close kin carols,
your inlying map,
is weatherproof,
absorb urban soundings,
with gut sense hunch
Dearest Ancestors, elders, concerned with the ways of the world,
Clearest for you, the pain you know, you see again unfurled.
Disappointed in the dream you once held when young,
It's annointed to us now, even if our feeling's wrong.
Wisdom you wish you could wield as your strength has waned
Hear it in the children, when they once more say: we hope to gain!
Oma, you have worked and loved and lived in good faith,
So I, want you to know, youth's reach is in its wake.
A SAFE ROUNDTRIP
The sun rose and left.
The moon waxed throughout the night:
Sleep waned; I awoke:-
in fading twilight’s attenuated gleam swan song resonates the waned echo of silence
marooned maestro
floats frustrated
with
waned creative craving
in
sensual lyrical stream
of
impeded passion
faces jaded
stodgy scenario
of
monotonous mélange
of
temporal template
in
bleary platitude plateau
of
consumed composer’s
blasé bearing
it seeks
for
algorithmic arousal
of
styled stimulation
within
captivating cauldron
of
coherent fecundity
but
dismayed downright
by
lamentable nothingness
of
Promethean depth
lacking buoyant upwelling
of
imagination impulse
snapped strings
of
violin heart
don’t resonate singularity
with
impassive articulation
of
simulated strokes
as
ephemeral echo morphs
into
emotive melody
of
congruent cadence
distorted disarrayed
in
convoluted concerto
of
synthetic sonata
Daffodil-lit in the moon's tone,
a soft embrace,
a flocking companion in a dim evening.
Rear view of the stage show:
Shiva's Sati, burning in perfection,
wild at its peak, soft at its core;
a loss that shatters the hope in loneliness.
A curse beyond its cure,
no magic stick, no angel love;
brilliant light, blue shadow,
a lonely mansion within reflection.
A mechanical bloom bleeds to break,
shatters to grow up.
Timid expansions over its cold hold;
a firefly's guidance to heavenly intimacy.
What a gain—to become a memory-knowing well.
Departed in a moment,
shattered deeply;
manifested determination to exit.
Maybe it wasn't an illumination
that went blind.
A pure exchange of my tunes for your flames.
Miss you now,but you waned out forever.
God loved me through my anger
from me He never waned
In spite of my bad behavior
His mercy towards me never changed
God loved me through my anger
He's saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
God loved me through my anger
He forgave my sins
He overlooked my malfeasance
and embraced me once again
God loved me through my anger
He saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
In the midst of my anger,
God saw my potential
He prayed I'd be restored
hopeful and essential
anger is the opposite of righteousness
anger is emotional callousness
God loved me through my anger
He's saw beyond my pain
He understood. I felt hurt
defeated and strained
I now stand at His altar
To Him I now submit
for He loved me through my anger
and to Him I recommit
God loved me through my anger
He saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
God loved me through my anger
He saw beyond my pain
He understood I felt hurt
defeated and strained
Sent to earth on assignment
She plodded like Clifford, the big red dog
Unaware of the frequency carried
Emanating signal from her Daddy God
Life was an adventure on the sea
Or a secret passage ready to be explored
Her head cocked with sorrow
When others scattered and she was ignored
The years waned her ambition
Trauma fragmented her mind
But that heart of LOVE kept beating
In every adversity she would find
Warfare against evil spirits
Fought and won on her empty bed
Forged a soldier of complete submission
Leaning on the promise WORD had said
At this moment, she rests in silence
Careful to process with focused attention
When REVELATION appears in TRUTH
His extended hand is movement with permission
...to rise.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-18-2026
“When after gloomy freezing time vibrant colors sprout,
the sparkling spring scene I adore”- By Poet
Air ripples
joy of lively spring,
southern winds
serenade
tune of rapture rhapsody.
Waned life comes to life.
Opal dew
adorns meadow grass,
crown sparkles
pearl splendor.
Spotless satin lucent sky
turns sapphire canvas.
Buds unfurl
fresco of flowers.
Butterflies
fly entranced.
My window frames scene of spring,
beauty I adore.
mind marooned
in
complex convolution
of
singular anonymity
morphs morbid
into
psychic silhouette
deprived despised
of
enlightened elements
of
acquired attributes
abruptly waned
reserved recess
conceals conundrum
of
sub-conscious search
completely clueless
for
exploration entreaty
as
persuasive ploy
of
outside world
can’t contrive
forsaken mind
pining prisoner
of
own making
captive cocoon
in
introvert isolation
innate vision
scans sightless
faces fading
in
fathomless oblivion
morphed mind
accepts acquiescent
archenemy Nemesis
makes a menagerie
of
moving mirage
mystique guide
to
illusion oasis
reflecting radiant
from
cobalt cauldron
confined contentment
of
identity reverence
self-veneration
pretentious perspicacity
of
fake facsimile
invents Narcissus
as
secret switching
over to obsession
as
senseless specter
languishing listless
beneath
opaque stratum
of
arctic acuity
as
petrified essence
in
darkness frozen
marooned maestro
floats frustrated
with
waned creative craving
in
sensual stream
of
impeded passion
faces monotonous
stodgy scenario
over
tedious terrain
of
temporal template
in
bleary plateau
of
consumed composer’s
blasé bearing
it then seeks
for
algorithmic arousal
of
stimulation and style
within
cauldron of coherent fecundity
but
dismayed downright
by
lamentable lack
of
Promethean depth
devoid of buoyant drive
of
imagination impulse
snapped strings
of
violin heart
don’t resonate singularity
with
impassive articulation
of
simulated strokes
emotive melody
of
congruent cadence
distorts in disarray
in convoluted concerto
of
synthetic sonata
Bodiless, that desert- formed
Slither-smooth felt as
Headless, of its dragon's fury
Breathed on. Burns the grass!
Sad irony! That safe place
Shades me off from it
Leaf-wizened, droopy hung. Heard waned
Rest, sweet did transmit.
Life,
carried away by intoxication.
But that evening,
it seemed to have waned.
Thoughts crept into
my relaxed mind -
that I should not have done those
that I should have done these.
Yet still I waver, I doubt :
Am I sober now, or drunk ?
After my children, I blended into a new being
Mommy, someone selfless and giving
A person who forgot what hobbies and friends were
I threw myself into their lives, as if my life depended upon it
as if I did not have a life at all, really
the only value I saw in me was through them
But my children grew up, moved away, started families
I had lots of extra time on my hands; what to do with it?
My granddaughter coaxed me into painting
I loved that; ran with it as if I was on fire
my enthusiasm for that rarely waned
After it did I remembered that I used to write
I picked up a pen, and began writing stories and poems
Sixteen hundred paintings and 34, 000 poems later
I remember there was a me
before my children came
and she is back.
A darkened road I travel down.
With thoughts and dreams suppressed deep down.
The devils fire within my soul.
It just makes me tired and old.
I met you just the other day.
Hair of gold and skin so pale.
My mind it wandered older roads.
And I thought of times.
I held you close.
The devil came it took my soul.
Engulfed our lives.
Destroyed our goals.
The repercussions I must hold.
Are deep set within my soul.
I chose the devil over you.
I know it was the day of ruin.
Forgive me please.
I did not mean.
To break your world.
Or crush your soul.
And now I lay a broken man.
On the doorway of hells descent
Deeper falling every day.
Closer to the ground, I fear.
Please reach out a hand to me.
Help me God in you I trust.
Give me back what I have lost.
Extinguish all the pain and hurt.
Tell her God in your own way.
My love for her it never waned.
It was the devil oh so strong.
That led me by the hand of wrong.
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