85TH BIRTHDAY –
Journal IX
Nostalgia figures no
time span
An event of many,
many years seems no
more
than a few
Looking out on the
world with the same
eyes
Memory is tricked
Ah yes that, but
wishfulness too
Events colors
take on a magical
gleam
The mind-body
frolics with actions
of a child,
Hop scotching,
kicking the can
Long lost sounds
ghostly renew
All pain is
forgotten
In favor of some
drowsy awareness
One is surprised
that memory has, for
the
moment, erased
that pain
Periods of nostalgia
increase
The slipping away is
frightening –
What is death but
A complete slipping
away –
In these last few I
shall covet reality
RESTR
Categories:
wishfulness, introspection,
Form: Lyric
I see
I see that kid in the corner of the orphanage with that pesky cleft lip that nobody
wants to call theirs.
I see his hope.
His sorrow.
His hatred.
I see
I see that poor woman down the street with that abusive husband that she never
tells anyone about.
I see her wishfulness.
Her cuts and bruises.
Her fear.
I see
I see that sad tree in the tropics with that blood-red X splashed across it waiting to
be cut down.
I see it's lost future.
It's homeless would've-been residents.
It's weakness.
I see
I see a world that needs to open their eyes. A world that has the choice to make a
difference but chooses poorly.
I see it's weakness and it's strength.
I see it's past and it's future.
I see it's healthy and it's ill.
But most of all,
I see it's problem and it's solution.
Categories:
wishfulness, inspirationalworld,
Form: Free verse
been save-en pocket change
to catch a train
a ride to the world
of milk an honey
pockets ran empty
not un-like
the lies of hope
so i cast
with empty eyes
upon a garden
made of stone
the wishfulness
of hope
the hopefulness
of a wish ?
so i sit in ponder
within a garden
made of stone
Categories:
wishfulness, life,
Form: Blank verse