up early is the best…
These metaphors diverse I do intend; Results remain remote unto the end.
Into an unknown
White knuckles cling tenaciously
The power we promised / But can’t deliver
Contemplate what will be seen
I’m trying to do a sonnet straight from heart; No edits, tweaking, change of any kind.
Sometimes we dance on the sand and wayward waves tickle our toes with cooling licks.
The block in my brain is beginning to shift; It seems not a moment too soon.
On and on, up the food chain…
Why fail to act when acting holds the key? This riddle I have just begun to solve.
Indeed, beyond survive, it thrives; / More blossoms join the other.
in the layers of life / it’s darkest in the middle / right where the eye wants to fall.
you feel alone now / but now is not forever
This morning – Three lines
We welcome fruit from barren womb. / a love beyond all reason.
…that soothing balm / For which / All our Sore Souls / Cry.
So pushing on, I live my Best Todays / And Trust Tomorrow’s Hope will Suit our Ways.
knowing the nature of cycles is often all that moves us forward.
One must learn to bask in Here’s Now Glow / Before sprinting to the Next Brighter There.