I am moving forward in my life. The story of mind games and madness is getting old. The new year is bringing me greater peace and a clearer purpose. Since this is my unedited creative outlet, I’ve decided to write two poems today. I’m a secret amateur poet. 🙂
The Chase
Living life on the run, never feeling like time is your friend,
Always minutes late, sometimes more,
Keeping punctual people waiting.
The rising edge of panic always on your heels.
One thing leads to another. Satisfaction is laughing,
Down the line, steps ahead of you.
The hours pass without restful recognition. The blur, the haze
Is ever-present, washing out the details of the idle.
No time for memory snapshots will leave you empty in the end.
Hawk Time
Upstairs and inside I sit. Out the window it’s a foggy morning.
Billowing steam rising from the rooftop blends in with the fog.
The bare branches hold water drops that cling in hope,
Visible signs of tension.
The slick walking stones silently breathe caution.
These seconds of silence are secluded away.
Eventually, sounds do intrude. The snip snip noise of
Scissors bounce off my ears.
This reminder brings me back to those around me.
I look and see heads in books, and hands in penciled motion.
All is well.
movingforwardslowly 