I didn't write anything today, but I'm OK with that because I purposely did something else. I will check back in next week. Sayonara!

Falling Waters

I'm not sure about this one. It's odd, and may need to be rewritten. But it's all I've got for tonight. So here it is...

The rain pours down all around me and over me

Like drizzles from a coffee pot that never finishes perking.

Snuggled in my house with every incandescent light on fire,

Fortified against the winter darkness,

I allow the simple noise to blanket me.

My life has been like the running water.

It drizzles slowly at times and puddles along.

Slogged in mud, I wonder if I will ever gain momentum.

Later, I am sheets of rain falling,

And terrible winds knock me all about.

Shaken, and confused, I look for a surface to still me,

A tin roof maybe, or a coat to soak into,

Just so I can have a bit of peace.

Like the running water moving from sky to ground to stream,

And flying back again in the great circle,

I am caught in a circle until the day I die.

But perhaps, and this is my great hope,

Perhaps as I run from here to there, I change my nature.

Unlike the water, I can remember and choose,

And at the final day, when I flow out to sea,

I hope I may be a better, wiser drop of water.

The Cost of Freedom

We start with the Public.

That is the outer face, the mask that we wear,

A web of skin that can peel apart at any time

But can fuse tightly when never taken off.

Next we have the Fiction.

This is the tricky fantasy that we believe

It is the world we inhabit, that hides

Corners and holes we trip into blindly.

After that is the Angel.

We seek salvation from this broken person

Or object, or job, or technological gadget,

And only a shiny veneer separates us from disappointment.

The ending is not part of the tale

It could be Collapse

Or a Manual Reset.

But a better ending comes with Truth,

Scraping away the outward sheen until we see ourselves dead,

Taking our life away until we surrender to be reborn,

Not to walk again in the illusions of the carnival midway,

But to breathe the sharp, stinging air of freedom, unafraid.

Inspiration from the Bookshelf

I tried really hard to write something, but my brain would not comply. In the interest of stirring up a poem, I compiled a list of words from the book titles on my bookshelf. I'm saving it here so that I remember to use them next week.

My word list:

Society

Finding

Web

Highest

Journey

Hip

Lessons

Collapse

Angel

Encyclopedia

Model

Truth

Tale

Country

Fiction

Guide

Manual

Public

Perfection

Ever circling

Fears of imperfection

Looming, growing,

Starving the sun

Always chasing

Shades of pink perfection

Panting, cramping,

Loathing the run

Today falling

Losing all protection

Breaking, scraping

Sinking to none

Moment pausing

Soaking up perception

Stilling, soothing

Now that I'm done

Omnipresence (You're Everywhere)

Somehow you are everywhere:

In my cereal bowl I see you,

And at the grocery store

Among the apples,

And in the windows of passing cars.

I can't leave you behind, because

You're there in the pages of every book,

And with any vibration of the telephone,

You are there first, always.

Don't be afraid to walk into this space.

Don't think that I may push you out.

Please know that the door has been opened to you,

And your ghost already lives here.

Photo from en.wikipedia.org

The Fallen

Rain falls to earth;

Earth falls through space

To the sun;

The sun falls

Through the galaxy;

And somewhere
At the edge of the known,

The Master watches over

The fallen, because

He is

The only One

Not falling.

Photo of Earth taken from Apollo 17. Photo from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth.