`What is grief? but the Tower that once stood tall and whole, That now implodes beginning to crumble and fall The very foundation split asunder, no longer able to Support what has been built with love and care. What is grief? but the shattered dreams dreamt Once upon a time that in taking shape from…
When you turn the corner and see the moon hanging High in the bright cloudless sky, Her reflected light which competes, With the far reach of the Sun, And Gossamer though she may appear, Her countenance defiantly shines. OR When you look to the sky on a clear cold night, And you see your breath-mist…
The line recedes just out of reach Always moving away into the distance Seemingly just out of arms length No matter how long we pursue. The offing stretches out as far as can Be seen, where at the edge of the world Monsters lie in wait and warn the Wayward of their impending doom. As…
Into the mourning, she risesfrom morning to nightfrom the East to the West,endogenous aglow with refracted light.She slips beyond the imaginary lineto reappear bright and cheery,whether it is felt or shown or worn,whether or not she has a choice.Chained to her taskspinning and spun inreverse, West to East herstar will rise and fall,skirts a-swirl and…
Those who came before And have passed beyond the veil Whose time has come and gone Leaving their mark upon our brow Some with broken hearts – a grief we all must bear Some just a memory – too distant now to share. They, our Ancestors, for better or for worse Their life and times…
There are things I can’t change And things I never would, Things from the past, the present And what is yet to unfold. There are things I can’t change. Like the weather or time, The changing of seasons The rhythm and rhyme of A sunrise and sunset, Star bright and moon light. There are things…
This life or the next, we often wonder What our past, present, and future hold To travel through each life existence Striving to grow and evolve. Continuing on through space and time Our destiny yet to be told, Learning the many lessons As each new life unfolds. To continually feed and nourish The everlasting sacred…
A thin blue line Cuts through the middle Of tragedy and loss, They continuously strive To find peace and harmony Where despair often resides. Red lights and blue lights Flash in the dark Scared cries and raised voices Split through the night Brings out the uniformed, the many un-thanked Who venture out un-daunted into the…
Like dirt-devils racing A cloud of chaos comes. Seeming to lie dormant and quiet Something stirs them awake. Spinning and churning like Autumn leaves in the wind. They roll across your path leaving bits of negative Dust in their wake. ~Koneta
Where has the compassion gone? For our fellow man Scurrying around in our busy days Forgetting who we are On this small planet we call home Living day to day Have we lost the ability to care or sympathize All empathy gone away. A simple gesture or one kind word A thank you or a…