Poetry

Entryways and Exits

Balancing
Between panic and panic
Just beyond reach
Crystalline portals
To new worlds
Beyond this one
Of heart rates and clenching

They take the forms
Of night skies
Dancing fields
Miniature hands
Shooting stars
Freckles faces
Celestial sounds

Always visible
Always audible
Always unattainable
Both escape and entrapment
Entryways and exits

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Patina

via Daily Prompt: Patina

Years are a purifier
Straining and sifting
Polishing the edges
Gems refined

You and I are rough hewn stones
Pulled from the dirt
And returning to it
Wizened by time

There is value in age
A shimmer to experience
Lessons learned
Gems refined

Poetry

Clarity


Take these hands
Or at least one of them
And pull me along
Through twisted trees

I want the adventure of a lifetime
But more than once
Every sun setting
On a lesson learned

I won’t accept the blur
The draining of the seasons
Into passing memories
Unremembered