Into the morning she rises from mourning to night from the East to the West, endogenous aglow with refracted light. She slips beyond the imaginary line to reappear bright and cheery, whether it is felt or shown or worn, whether or not she has a choice. Chained to her task spinning and spun in reverse,…
Traditions
She often wondered about traditions what they were and who they were for. Were they for the living, or in memory of the dead? To which did they honor? What were their origins and how important are they really? There are the traditions that are passed down to us by our family, our ancestors and…
Ancestors
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…
Things I Can’t Change
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…
Reticence
She sat quietly looking out the window of the bus. She was careful to keep her face blank of expression and avoided all eye contact with everyone hoping to discourage any form of communication. She was sure that if someone looked too closely, they would be able to see past her carefully placed mask, read…
Everlasting
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…
The Christmas Gift
Once upon a time in a long-forgotten corner of an attic sat a child’s toy from many seasons past. It was tucked away behind boxes of bobs and forgotten treasures, hidden under a mountain of dust and a thick blanket of time. Painted on the sides of the curious box were images that had once…
Thin Blue Line
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…
A Council of Crows
Soft pink streaks form across the sky, No wind stirs this slumbering morn, The scent of dew floats on the mist, The world stretching, yawning, re-awakening anew. All is quiet in the dark forest deep The clearing still in slumber sleeps, Before the creatures of the wood awake, Not a sound, even a hushed breath…
Clouds of Chaos
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