Wind and Willow

Wind and willow, wisps of white,
whirling wistfully into the night.
Round through bark and timbers quake
from heavy feet your sprits do make.

But I, unliken kin, hath differed slightly.
You see, I tumble easy and sway so lightly
My Splints do crack and shed their skin
When set against your stance and spin

Am I infallible? Nay!

When plucked to marrow my amber drips
and stains like any other in this plain.
But, rather pop my join and let way my stem,
I gently dace and dissuade your strength.
It’s a gift bestowed from seed of spring
A duckling blossom blooms on tips of twig

A timbered night we stand awake,
with sounds and sights of fallen ache.
Cracked mid bow and bones at feet
I weep and morn my families grief
Wind and willow, wisps of white,
I curse and bless my natures right.

lightning storm

What dreams must come to Mothers minds
when hand of God shall crack the sky,
and rage away the troubled times
for perfect moments relief,
and breath.

Fresh weathered air
after tumbled trees and shaken nest.
When children hide and peak in wonderment,
knowing beauty in such natured strength.
The shutters flap and quake
about smacking harshly against the house.
And with a whack,
a clouded broom wipes all away
the greys, replaced by light and breeze
relief,
a breath

All the while she sleeps.
The storm her mind like R.E.M.
with visions of ages that call upon her depth.
When once that swam took first step
along rocken’d tip of skin,
or muffled crunch of those she loved striving to survive
while she entwined in cold lament.
Perhaps, she visions like we –
of happy days or strange desires.
Perhaps, she dreams of elemental fires.

No Matter

Like flesh and blood
to mount and mud.
Dreams do come to our dearest Mom.
After streak of sky and turbulence,
a peaceful time,
she takes
a breath.

Everything in it’s right place.

I have a new place to lay my head at night. It’s very close to my new nephew. Which is a plus.

Almost everything is in disarray with boxes scattered. The kitchen is unpacked for necessity, but I know that where I put the dishes and spices, isn’t the right place. In the living room, My relaxing chair is accessibly, but has a bit of a gauntlet to get to it, which I do twice a day.

However, what isn’t unfinished is my office. I’ve never had an office in my home. I’ve never had a place so close to go to work. My home office used to be the relaxing chair. You can picture how difficult it was to actually get things done, when the same chair you fall asleep in when watching movies, is the same chair you need to be alert and productive in.

I knew this, but what else was I to do? The place I did my work, was the same room as my living room, was the same place as my dinning room.

I have now untapped something I didn’t think possible. I’m productive, and very focused! When they ( don’t know who…google only shows radiohead ) said “everything in it’s right place”, was this what they were talking about?

Do you have a corner of the world were you work? Where you call your office? If not, and you are in a pinch, learn from my mistake, do not make it the same place you do leisurely activities. The urge to relax always wins. Maybe call your office Starbucks or a nice local coffee/pie shop. Maybe your office could be a park bench or even consider renting a workspace. It’s worth it!

tethered line

today i weaved a tethered line
from foot to mind.
with bait and hook, i wrenched it back.
an awesome sight.

scaled appendage, in air to breath,
writhing and shining in the sun.
it fought for comfort of a biding sea,
whose tide have made it home to me

how frightened and scared?
the pain from hook inside
pulling and raging, so odd.
with resilient strife

i heaved some more. in time,
the bound creature lay
peaceful in my craft
and thankful for the path