Tag: Poetry

Assured Passage

The beaten path was not certain. The grooves trained my steps. The beaten path was not protected. Passersby never responded. The beaten path was not intended. The intent was beaten for the path to be made. Photo of Rome, Italy.

Arrival

The original time has come, to make us one as we always were. From this time, all creation can speak. From one voice, an unending portrait. Merry Christmas! Photo of Santa Maria in Aracoeli, Rome, Italy 

Lit

Photo from Vatican

The light that has changed has remained the same. It is in each heart.  It is in each time. It is ready.  It is here. Photo from Vatican.

Out in the Open

If I were to be frank, I would just do it. No hesitation. I wouldn’t wonder and plot all of the paths. Dissect the layers of meaning. And find the intersection where it would all work out. I would just be frank. But then,… Continue Reading “Out in the Open”

This step

I chose a road, But they came with me. I chose now, But they will be. I left the load And some left swiftly. But we’ll remain, Not one, but see …. Photo of Rome, Italy

Top Shelf Spirits

I know my heart is in the right place. Though it seems like an orange for sale, On the bottom row. Below the soda. Photo of Rome, Italy

I’m getting out

The exit I was looking for was people who were against others. This was the sum and total of my reasoning. An elaborate escape plan Reduced to binary thinking. There’s a zero.  There’s a  one. The exit I wasn’t looking for was there are no… Continue Reading “I’m getting out”

Blue Ice

The fallen ice upheaves and people adapt. They freeze or fly. They’re enclosed or entwined. In the extremes, they are what life has always been and yet, what it could be as well. Photo of Rome, Italy.