Another Day

 I met a man upon the beach
 One steamy summer morn'.
 He was quiet and calm,
 And as we stood and watched -
 Another day was born.


 As the first rays touch our chests
 I turned to look at him once more.
 His hair was long,
 His feet were bare,
 His robes were wet and worn.


 He turned to me a gaze that pierced,
 Then filled me with content.
 His eyes were deep
 His face was calm
 His soul was on display.


 He invited me to share repast
 We sat and watched the rising sun -
 And ate his fish
 And ate his bread
 And drank no finer brew.


 Conversation flowed with ease
 As if brought upon the gentle breeze
 We spoke of things
 That summer dawn
 Which calmed my jagged mind.


 I walk that beach now ev'ry day
 And feel the same sweet peace -
 As nature flows
 And the ocean sighs
 And seabirds eulogise.

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(Tanka) Curs[or]

(Thank you for the prompt Kokila, a.k.a. sunshinebluegirl25)

 

words fail to arrive

i stare at an empty page

while the cursor mocks

blinking away the seconds

then i reach for a pencil

And then…

(Pic by Amanda – accidental photographer, scientist, friend)

.

.

Without warning –

Freedom.

It comes upon me now and then

And once again I am inspired.

Can it be true that this is mine…

… All of this, to do with,

As I please?

Without warning –

I realise.

That my actions are not just my own

And someone else feels the ripple,

Of my discarded truth, or

Half hearted attempt –

To make it right.

Without warning –

Life.

I want it like my morning coffee –

With sugar.

I want it with a crust –

Like humble pie.

I want it with the occasional static.

Without warning –

It’s gone.

And I never said I’m sorry –

To that guy at the grocery store,

Or that woman in the picture theatre.

To that dog I didn’t pat.

To those friends that never gave up –

On me.

Destination

(Picture by Zoe – photographer, traveller, scientist, friend)

 

ancient sunlight shows

sacred mountains radiance

my heart again fills

Insidious

Insinuating –

Beneath my skin,

Into my being.

Crawling –

In my hair,

Across my thoughts.

Hiding –

Behind my smile,

In my downcast eyes…

…In all my lies.

Sieve (haiku)

 

joyfully I stretch

arms wide to catch the sunrise

dark mind disappears