Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Poem for Today


Resting, in your silent,

And hard chambered world.

Insulated from knowing right or wrong,

Or seeing faces.

Just muffled sounds come to you,

And infrequent flashes of circular light,

Bouncing down grooved steel.

That is your view of the outside world.

Waiting to take your turn,

Running the curved spiral out into what we call life,

That’s where I live, and make the decision to free you.

Or not.

Wish I could make no judgments,

Just take the action, and fly.

September 2008

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


Feel sort of achy today. But the morning is bright and only touched with a faint film of dust. The breeze even has a cooling tinge to it.

The small sparrows are bouncing around, dashing about, tilting their small heads like they've never seen people before. Like they are at some zoo, and we are the ones to be observed and pondered at...They are probably wondering if we fly.

I can't seem to find the effort to make it to a computer to write recently, but there is a short verse of poetry I wanted to add here. It is from TE Lawrence, and was in the opening to his book "Seven Pillars of Wisdom". I read it a long while ago, and came across the poem again recently.

"I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands
and wrote my will across the sky in stars..."

Wonder if he was a man looking for himself, tossed between time and cultures, what was he seeking, and did he even know. I wonder - We do not know what we seek, yet we are able to find the excuses to go searching.
Perhaps we are all like that on a smaller scale, drifting across our own small and self-made planets. Some are lush, some like barren and grey winter deserts.
Trying to make a difference. I will seek some solace in coffee.