Occasional poetry and prose. Sometimes melancholy, sometimes happy. Original photos from around the place.
A hazy kind of cold,
like freezing smoke
chilling everyone with
a pleasant cooling taste.
Going to sleep
to never wake.
And down then.
A single magnolia bloom falls.
Life-shaped spaces
left lifeless.
A stopped carousel.
Arrivals unarrived.
Angry words vibrate
in a father’s pocket.
The last mistrust
despite unbroken vows.
Almost over the hill, but not.
A big fat girl,
flirting in the sun.
They come from every direction.
From miles around.
Along the well trodden path
To take her,
or just to look.
She’s surrounded.
Approaching with butterflies,
trembling more.
Heartbeats break the silence.
A virgin voyeur waits
to take his shot
at what he thinks he wants.
The wind changes and suddenly –
realization of his unreadiness.
She turns and looks,
as if to say
“Come and get me”.
He turns and runs,
the other way
“Not today”.
Regret and relief swirl together
As someone else steps up to tame her.
If you are lucky,
you will be
where your heart lands.
You will find yourself
pulled there anyway
and it is your choice
to stay or go.
Stay where you are
and wonder what could have been,
Or
Go to them, to it, to there,
and know.
Don’t think about it
one way or the other.
Stay or go,
and live with or without
your dream.
But remember:
You have to live
with the choices you make
or the choices you don’t.
And just before you die,
how will you feel?
Regret that you never knew,
or happy that you did.
There’s nobody forcing you.
There’s no grand plan.
Leave your repose.
Go where your heart lands.
