The Thread

As it stands Luck would have it Would you have it any other way? My luck is that I can play With these words I can make A dream Of what I think my life can be There are no rules like my poetry It's free

The rock At first resistant The wind The rain Find a small edge to catch The rock holds on Gets harder The edges sharper Like razors Cutting the wind Catching moisture like sails now Little pocks holding rain Dissolving Evaporating The rock Breaks down Smaller and smaller pieces Eventually your foot Can sink And drag With no edge to cut Or mass to blunt Something beautiful Something forgiving Is all that is left Eventually flowers grow Clinging at first Then bedding down Roots take hold Life and love possible From something unforgiving Unapologetic

Plage isolée Song by Polo and Pan I write your name on the sand J'écris ton nom sur le sable To never forget Pour ne jamais oublier That with you I am able Qu'avec toi je suis capable To see the end of the hourglass D'voir la fin du sablier In this maple forest Dans cette forêt d'érables Where i spend my days Où je passe mes journées An adorable seashell Un coquillage adorable Share your thoughts with me Me fait part de tes pensées I engrave your name on a tree Je grave ton nom sur un arbre To never forget Pour ne jamais oublier This memorable feeling Cette sensation mémorable Of our two entwined hearts De nos deux cœurs enlacés Remember this fable Souviens-toi de cette fable Written by a schoolboy Écrite par un écolier Safe in your satchel À l'abri dans ton cartable Until the end of summer Jusqu'à la fin de l'été I mark your name on the waves Je marque ton nom sur les vagues To never forget Pour ne jamais oublier Our first getaway Notre première escapade Pl...

My life is a gift Just for me For nobody else Every moment Every day The trees The light The music The sounds The warm breeze The symphony of life All plays for me Just for me

Bright is the light dancing through the rich brown trunks. White and blue sky  everywhere all at once. Organics decaying, granite eroding, cracking under sun, under snow, under acid needles always falling. The pine canopy coarsely brushes the air as a breeze rushes through, listen and you can hear every needle. Everywhere white and blue sky. Everywhere promise and comfort.

The thought that inspired this, was a reflection. I was having lunch with someone. It was sushi, their treat. This someone has been a very significant person in my life and one of the things I admire most about them is their momentous disposition. Also someone I didn't know if I would have the pleasure of breaking bread with again. So I was attentive to their suggestion that I should write something. In the moment I was reactive, dismissing the idea as my day job was safe and reliable. We only spent maybe an hour together at most. We didn't say much, just small talk. Many things we could talk about I guess, but no real need. Just nice to see eachother. So, later as I reflected, I recalled the rebuke to my reaction. You could just write part time, things that fill your soul. As usual she had put her finger on my heart and touched the bit that needed attention. So here I am. I don't know who you are. There might never be anybody. But I will write part time. Things that fill m...