From This Moment....
the world rotates on
its' axis movement imperceptible the ground you stand on
opens up no longer
supports your weight you are in free-fall
as if you have
jumped from an airplane or a cloud in that moment
your life
changes fears confirmed nothing is as you have known
worries come
true you cease to breathe you are reborn in that instant
struggle through the
birth canal you find a new future printed on the ticket
which appears in
your hand surrender it to the ticket taker find your seat
and hold on for dear
life the choice of direction is not your's take note of the color
listen to the
whispers make notes you will be given no instructions
from this moment
on you will be flying by the seat of your well worn pants
June 23,
2015
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Longing for Winter
entering
summer longing for winter i sit by my window
the morning
air filtering through there is chill in the air
reminds me of the
cold days of winter the snow falls lightly changing the scene
grey against
white a visual transformation everything disappears
as though a
dream awake under the covers tiptoe across the cold floor
light the fire a
cup of hot chocolate waits for me warms my hands
and my heart today
the weeds take advantage of sunny days
the afternoon
showers sunset comes late i get up early to open the house
capture the cool
morning breezes refresh the house before the heat of the day
surrounds and
invades hard to breath sweat runs down my back
shuck my
clothes summer is best when naked cool bubble baths
afternoon
naps curled with the kitty the fan cools the shadows
June 24, 2015
10 comments:
When all that you know to be firm, all foundation you have depended on is taken away. Yeah, you learn to live flying by the seat of your pants. Cause we never know what is coming next. We learn to be water, and keep rolling around the next rock.
You have captured the wild ride of living this life in the first poem, Annell, and I so know the feeling of flying by the well worn seat of our pants! I love the bit of winter that tiptoed into your summer poem....I too love opening the doors for morning coolness before the heat. In this valley, we just bake all summer. Too hot. I enjoyed both poems very much.
What a trip! First to slide into free fall--as if in the moment when everything else stands still--and then to traverse both summer and winter with snow and then nakedness. I love the closing images and enjoyed the entire ride!
Well, I would never go as far as wishing it were winter. Smiles. I am glad that there is an early morning time when you can capture those summer breezes before the heat of the day.
I like observation in first one, listening & seeing sounds and colors, and new ticket to future - great! longing a bit for winter? maybe a little...
Sometimes summer can be stretch on for too long.. and we start to long for winter.. for a pleasant change.. nevertheless.. both seasons have equal joys to offer.. a delightful read :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
sunset comes late - it does and you have captured this, great emotion.
In our part of the world we always long for the brief winter...so pleasant it is...love both the poems...
Both as re fun poems. I liked the first best.
Really profound thoughts, and lovely perspective.
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