Journey

In the beginning
trepidation, excitement
so much to look forward to

I will begin
today
I will step
into a world
swirling with chance and choice
a broken world full of hope

Anything can happen
that is the fear and the wonder
anything can happen

 

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Pax/ Pox

Every screen
shows us
death
a bombing
and a shooting
and another
and many others
Atrocities abound
 
And we-
we bleed, weep and keep
watch
Moved beyond words
almost
showing our best
 
Until
the arguments start
Who has the greatest
loss
and who is
at fault
whose policy failed
who can we punish
 
Our finest impulses
are buried in
shrapnel, bile and fear
 

Falling

Jackson Pollock, Black Flowing, No. 8

Jackson Pollock, Black Flowing, No. 8

Where
does it come from,
that feeling:
standing on the edge
of a tall building
holding the railing
looking down
what is it inside us
that wants to jump?
From the center of the chest,
this impulse,
to jump,
then
fall
 
off the edge of the known
like a cliff diver
through clouds – air – water
 
It frightens us
this feeling
making us step back
but what if we stay
at the edge,
and feel
 
the uncoiling,
letting go
falling
through a sky of knives
 
Falling through time and
plans and promises
and life.
Letting go,
falling from blue into grey
 
And what if we don’t fall?
What if we fly?

This was written in response to a promp by Karin at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  The Pollock image is from Tess at Magpie Tales writing group.

Deep

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Statues by Jason deCaires Taylor

Poets are not afraid to drown. -Janet Frame

From little on we are
rocked in cradles
on waves,
pulled back and forth
by sun and moon
As we go deeper
we do not fear,
though we are ruined
we do not fear,
through countless days and nights
poets are not afraid to drown