The Unknown

 

everyday

    every hour

        every minute

we encounter that which 

is unknown to us,

that which has not been seen,

or witnessed

participated in or

observed...

we are not the enemy

but we are strangers 

to the unknown...

we understand not what

we cannot see...

yet, we experience throughout life

in unforgiving ways,

mannerism don't lie or betray

conflicting doubts

do not explain...

we fly into trees like birds

we have been there before,

seen and delivered

the promise given to us,

we are creatures our inner souls

beckoning to be saved

from constant turmoil and

so many misunderstandings.

April 26, 2025

Green Leaves Outside My Window

 

green leaves outside my window

brown branches peek through

a blue sky behind, more imagined than seen,

small forests of trees separate

separates house and homes

from mindless invasions by those

who understand not why we are here,

reporters scurry for their stories

the latest scoop to promote their careers,

no one cares for the victims since

they are always in the wrong place

and coincidences favor the prepared,

we undermine ourselves unknowingly

believing in our courage and determination

rarely ever giving rise to hindsight

forcing us to perhaps apologize...

we are the people of a creator whose

guidance is no longer present,

we have learned nothing from the past

except we have not yet been caught.

April 25, 2025

Loneliness Chills

misty mornings reflections

tears slide down the lenses

eyes narrowly focused

chills burn through the layers

kayaks pierce the pond silently,

pink skies bring more

a sailors tale come true,

solitude hides in the cold

in lands no one wants to 

venture into more than once,

we are shaken by its mysteries

enamored by its beauty

smothered by its loneliness,

photos do no justice.

April 24, 2025

Always Too Late

conspicuously,

we walk these lands

as did those before us,

boldly,

we built our fortunes

as if no one else 

around us mattered,

gradually,

we taught others what

had been taught to us,

unusually,

we blew smoke into the sky

to warn others of us,

ironically,

we shared our lands with

those who hated us,

tearfully,

we remembered all that

we needed to forget,

faithfully,

we lowered our bodies

in graves, made for us

by our children.

April 23, 2025

Sojourn

 

high goes the low

standing in its way,

low goes the high

too late to comply,

paths become the journey

journeys are destiny

without the need to

surrender the faith, it is

no one in particular...

blue sky lives on the

other side unnoticed,

in disarray - we become

the journey we were here

to take - one direction,

either it takes us there

or it does not...   we need

to follow anyway...

trees block the evil from

our interviews - we see casually

in that one direction, not 

knowing truth or the lie...

we go there anyway today.

April 22, 2025

Making Preparations

emptiness encapsulates the mind

a hollowness prevails

homeless and abandoned

have our thoughts become here,

a hopelessness guides our vision

what we see is darkness

both inside and outside as we

mark our time with reflections...

memories no longer seem real,

we are nowhere in space or time

caught in between the two like some

bizarre animal in a trap...

no longer free to doubt or imagine

the life taken away or the substitutes

forged in our minds no different

than cooking steaks on a grill.

April 21, 2025

The Omen

 

perfectly poised

light in darkness

cradled in the arms of

monument mountains,

fresh and firm

silky tenderness

an umbrella of love

underneath standing,

forever enthralled by its

divine beauty,

not given easily

in this environment

yet survives...

it is not for us to own

or possess or hide from the

sight of others,

it is to admire

and seen as grace.

April 20, 2025

Vagabond Seas

on the starboard side it lies

just opposite the port,

bow line between for reference

but has no jurisdiction,

it holds us down and captured

unable this way or that

can we move to see the sun

or the moon or the stars that we

so often have neglected.

its links are formidable, stronger

than our sacred souls that seem to

have perished in the sea,

an animal spine it can be for some

clever one whose poetic eyes

see another way, another tune...

when all alone we are and left to

mental fabrications of it all,

we sec security or imprisonment

nothing else fits or has the reason of

the rhyme that's been unleashed

upon our vagabond seas this day.

April 19, 2025

Through the Lense

 

we see the world cold and harsh

serene and gentle - it can be...

all that and more, we know,

it is cruel, fair, and revealing

for some of us - others take it

as it is offered, no changes,

what it was and nothing more is it?

we never know for sure...  trying 

to capture it as we do...   why we

ask ourselves and for what purpose?

messages are sent out to all the

wrong people - come see...  imagine,

together we share a laugh or two,

insincere in our commitments

yet always fully documented,

since we are gate keepers of truth,

and lies intermeshed with reality,

for those who argue thusly so.

April 18, 2025

Enchanted Green

 

between two trees the vision goes

greenery in all directions,

tall and thin - short and fat

we are obliged to count them all,

a grey background has no shadows

no streaks of sun rays here and there,

a blue grey sky sells the illusion

of a time before living creatures

roamed around disturbing silence,

beauty has never surrendered

to the likes of men and never will

as we see in all its simplicities,

darks and lights cast depth in the

visual emotions felt...  nowhere

is a virus seen brought by those

who trampled nearby - we are

the healthiest of them all...

by design it was - not by chance,

an innocence rest all around

the ground trembles in surprise

as it no longer is what it was

nor is it what we want it to be...

it is its own system of circulation

and growth unchecked as it will

replace all that it has lost some day.

April 17, 2025