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Posts tagged “patience

A Certain Solitude


I wonder sometimes

when sitting alone,

how quiet is my world

beyond my own.

I mean, let’s say, well for one thing,

I haven’t had my way,

would the gods be shouting

in favor or against me

 

I haven’t any way to know,

having found myself alone,

yet,

it is

rather it was

interesting

when the question

could be

easily resolved.


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Speaking Silence


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New Life


Borne of need,

sheltered by reasoning,

though constraints do speak

when given audience,

it is clear we must move forward,

lest not forget,

there is beauty in memory,

the such that in a quiet reflection

will always,

forever be a lovely reminder,

there is beauty,

and she did show me the way.


Glancing Out Windows


There is this place,

I like to be found,

a quiet refuge,

in the middle of everywhere.

A silent partner,

in the journey of being

human in a world of struggle,

always trying to best the man,

the best man,

the groom,

the one that figured

another time.

We all seem to find the same refuge,

when life becomes a slow

old fashioned movie,

the one with Tracy & Hepburn,

perhaps a stranger played the same role,

for whatever reason,

it seems we all spend some hours

glancing out windows,

looking ahead to find the backward trail,

that place our hearts pine for in some silly manner,

believing she might be there too,

waiting for …


When Love is Beyond


We reach out to the skies

a morning sunrise

is our only grasp of an energy

we once could feel

against the skin of our

naked selves,

alive with a passion,

a sensory magic that could

cause journey.

 

We would soon know,

there are truths

to the mystique of love,

we held on,

her in my arms,

eyes that might entertain,

a world well beyond

our immediate grasp.

Would we ever

know a horizon

shared in one.

 

I once followed a shadow,

waiting with an earnest

appeal,

a wish to know,

to hear, to see,

a vision of a memory in my

mind,

always patience,

and hope my strength

to carry on.

 

One day in the autumn,

a calendar of certain

life

I did watch the image

of a woman,

walk quiet inside my world,

my reality,

my immediate presence,

it was there

my world immediately changed

forever in the sweet peace …

love.

 

Though she may be beyond my reach,

there is a moon,

reflective in its natural state.

We share a luminosity,

while waiting in the silence,

for our next rising sun.

 

 


Standing in Place


No longer running,

done that far too often,

seeing landscapes and wondering why,

same visual attractions,

and yet,

solutions are found

elsewhere.

 

A waiting game

I suppose,

yet, I’m tiring, the run

is far too long.

I’ve decided to stand,

find the absolute rather than

any alternative meaning.

 

I knew

when days would go by,

upon my return,

the complexity of this,

our rendering,

would change,

like a gentle breeze

might alter blossoms

inside the rite of spring.

 

I wonder if

while the speaker knows,

the listener can realize,

even when believing the answer

is right,

the solution is necessary,

I am still left curious,

wanting to understand,

whether time permits,

or shatters sweet imagery.

 

I just know

for the moment,

though it is meant as

real reality,

I’m standing alone,

standing,

alone.

 

 


In A Quiet Twilight


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There’s been a lot of talk recently,

about what it is,

what we have,

how the world seems to function,

though we’re an anomaly to

the truth.

 

I came home tonight,

yes, a sort of settling fashion,

so often I’ve felt out of place,

in a wonder,

not knowing really,

where home might ever be.

 

I knew it once,

when in her arms,

she cradled me,

oh, yes, I am a man,

but there is something rather

fortunate,

when a woman does hold your

soul in everlasting love.

 

So, tonight,

I’m aching a little bit,

there’s a settling sort of peace,

knowing love,

knowing she does love,

knowing,

is really all that matters

some times.

 

Then comes the wonder,

in the night,

the twilight with the crickets,

singing that familiar song,

we both agreed,

last week, indeed,

we listened to the same

melody.

 

In the quiet of the twilight,

I do love

her.

 

* photo found on Deviant Art