Tree Trunk

Tree Trunk

Standing ground

Not budging- despite

Elements’ relentless

Bludgeoning

Time ekes

Own pound

Of flesh

Tree debarks

Parent bearing

The brunt

Always shielding

Own young ones

If required

Self effacing

Merging into background

In camouflage

Unshakeable

Sturdy, staunch

Rock of ages

Venerated ancient

“RE” – reflection

“Re” – reflection

Retro parade

Of life’s

Black white

Reel to reel

Left me

Breathless

 

Bursting with

Would be

Could be

Should be

Only if, then(s)

Sighs replete

 

There is

No retake

No prefix to fix, once

Seconds minutes hours

Thunder under

Time’s bridge

Whistling shuffling

That was it

 

Scrambling

At the edge

Facing destiny’s

Thrown gauntlet

Shaken not beaten

Best NOT

To retrace, instead

Take a leap forward

With implicit faith

RE in regrets

Are futile at best

To get on in life

With time in hand

On own terms is best

Obliterating the rest

Life‘s lesson number one

Destiny’s dealt

Hand thus finally won

**picture is from internet:getnidoskidos.com

Live Edifice by Association

Germ of thought

Sprouted words

Words got strung

In sentences

Which in turn

Got associated

With humanity

 

Each person with own

Humane story

Waiting to be told

Leading to multi hued

Quilt of heaving

Humanity with myriad

Emotions -teeth clenched

for survival…biding time…

 

For that one moment

When a needy trusting hand

Softly steals into their hearts

Sharing simple warmth

Connections are forged-

A living protoplasm joins

Its own wee heaving isle

Of grief and joy to other

Grieving cells

 

A chain of life

Is formed leading

To one throbbing

Heaving heartbeat- a city

Within the concrete city

Needing no ground

To stand upright

 

Its foundation laid

In that hallowed ground

That is beyond time’s

Eroding hand- an edifice

of bricked human hearts

set in emotional glue

Moistened with tears

 

Every heart that touched

Another- left a bit

Of own heart back

At same time took piece

Of other’s heart back

Enriching this sharing

for posterity

 

(** this is inspired by the 911 movie Extremely Close, Incredibly Loud)

Soul Talk

External spurs goad

Thought steeds towards

Internal sanctuary

 

Few avow soul is pure

Fraud, a slot machine

A disconnect from reality

 

Everyday, I stitch mouths of grief

With laughter cross stitches

Planting rows of smiling beds

 

Undertow of sadness

Is strong but my will tough

Enough to overcome it

 

Eyes anointed with holy water

Sight of ecstatic prayer flags against

Distant peaks, chiming monastic bells

 

All exude strange bliss within me

Reinforcing walls of inner sconce

Receptacle for my soul’s lit flame

 

As my feet hit ground every morning

I am thankful for his continued grace

Even as I long to opt out of life’s rat race

 

 

Wicked Granny

Heard tell today

About Jill’s granny

A wicked ole lady

Angel face wily mind

Married grandpa on the fly

When high on whisky n rye

Straight out of high school

Led him by nose, the fool

Caring only for herself

Then for own grand kids

Rest were mud, insignificant

Considered world her supplicant

When Jill decided to call it quits

She gave pointers on how to do it

Take him to cleaners, hang him dry

He strayed, let him regret, dearly pay

Not above slapping around grandpa

Was she, the nurses got evidence of it

Horrified they confronted her with it

She admitted saying geezer deserved it

Often she held back grandpa’s pills

Let him stew n suffer in bed when ill

Said better to let him stay unconscious

Than have him testy and contentious

She advised Jill to shop only at Saks

Go for best before pulling marital plug

Her dramatic sweet Southern drawl

Made in-laws n grandpa’s skin crawl

She was arsenic and old lace

A deadly viper with sweet face

Shocked at this tell of Jill’s granny

Am sharing before mind stares blankly

 

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