Nostalgia Crossroads

Reflections linger at my fingertips

Between sighs, just enough time to inhale

Seen through my eyes looking back at me

In front of me and the back of my mind begin to blur

Then and now overlap in real time

Clouding my next few seconds, in a haze

I wait at the crossroads of nostalgia and my next breath

Not knowing which will linger longer

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Backwards and Forwards Through Raindrops

Dreams cascade like tumbling moments waiting to be captured

Watching through the rain, my mind wanders between each drop

Stillness awaits, layers of air gently rest one upon another in comforting silence

I lie in anticipation, waiting for a gentle nudge to be awakened

My backwards and forwards share the same footsteps, following me wherever I go

Never Scratching the Surface

The fog of my days searching for light

The darkness of my nights seep through cracks into my days

Overlapping suggestions and impressions coexist

The “can’t seem to remembers”

Mix with “unable to forgets”

Remembering a thousand different ways

Never scratching the surface

A Season of Migration

Walking in aimless circles

With half of the yellow sun

A season of migration

Destination anywhere

Journey to the edge of the night

 

Fractured karma

Stolen prayers

Paper moons avoid burning candles

A reunion of familiar ghosts follow me

Sharing stories that can’t be untold

 

Bright lights

An alarm clock sings

A jolt opens my eyes

Looking far into the distance

The road ahead shorter than behind

 

White pigeons

Crimson wings

Muted sirens in the sky

A new companion for the journey

Each day is now alive

 

Originally posted July 31, 2015

 

She Took Black and White Photos

She took black and white photos

Her lense searching for a cure

Zooming in and out of a life that felt alone

Despite the perfect picture in a shiny frame

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She took black and white photos

Because it was easier not to feel

A reflection of herself inside

Looking colorless in a mirror

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She took black and white photos

Would the color ever return?

Waking each morning to capture the sunrise

Hoping one day the sun would appear

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Originally posted August 18, 2015

The Tethered Morning Sun

Blades of grass follow the morning sun

It floats as if tethered by a balloon string, held back from flying away

Silhouettes pass against the fiery yellow and orange, one by one

And out of the corner of my eye, I catch my shadow reach out, yearning

But like the morning sun, he is tethered and remains

Like blades of grass, with eyes that can only follow

Left only to dream of what might have been

Originally posted October 19, 2015

Yesterday and Tomorrow

Open palms

Reveal lifelines deep and long

Tracing memories

Searching for now

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Deep in silence

Fingertips inch across rings on trees

Counting years takes seconds

Where did time go

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Measuring life

Longer behind than ahead

Cherishing moments

An embrace of yesterday and tomorrow

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Originally posted July 2, 2020

Roof Top Running

Running on roof tops of moving trains

Intermittent leaps and bounds

Balance and timing, partners thrown together

Wind’s resistance against my face, a connection without a choice

Limited runways, a blur in time

To slide, halt or press

Questions lacking answers

No time to decide

Just go