Thursday, November 19, 2015

Rocks

There's something oddly fascinating
Captivating to the point of single-mindedness
Watching the world that you've cultivated
The life you've created and grown
Begin to implode and crumble
To tumble away as if a rocky outcrop
Winters freeze breaking it apart
Boulders and pebbles alike go
Rolling and careening down the bank
Knowing the end won't be easy
But in it, maybe a rebirth or at the least
Destruction so complete, not even dust remains

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Triumph Past

My triumph long over
Weeks ago now since
A faded memory, whisper
Passing from existence
I'll not try to hold on
As I do everything else
Too long, well past time
Letting go becoming
A thing I need to learn
Overdue in that respect
But difficult, herculean
My heart and my mind
Keep a firm grasp