The Wheels Of Time Go By

If I ponder 

and I often do,

I go somewhere else with you.

 

If I were to wonder

and I sometimes do,

where would we be

if not, for you

leaving

when the winds of time

expired,

and around the time I felt 

a beginning coming

or possibility of eventual joy,

you left this world

and I

lost my breath

and strangely knew,

after all the years of you 'shooting through'

I knew this time, you would not arrive

back on the scene, in the same form of life,

or in the to and fro 

as when you 'breezed by' in the come and go. 

So on this new misty day,

I know the fog will lift

softly you will drift past in the clouds, 

waving down at the long ago,

when and how you always knew,

this life would never be

where you stood still, beside me.

 
 BP photo: Eventually, I found your bike in Lenswood 

Becoming Golden

I am an autumn leaf

I am the flowers at my feet

I am the feathers found upon the ground

in a garden graced with nature spirits.

Pixies dancing in the laundry basket,

joy as a golden Frangipani shares

the final bloom before the frost.

 

Our joy will rise to Easter skies

and Love will shine from land to sea.

I feel the soul of every tree, inside me.

 

Written on Good Friday, April 7, 2023

 

Religious resurrection event in the style of European late middle ages painting.

This is entirely computer generated image 

with the usual image editing/manipulation for final composite.

No references used, not based on any real painting from the period.

 

From Blonde To Silver

Long years ago I left my home

believing it was the only choice given me

but indeed now I see with clarity.

Just leave your lover.

Just save who matters

Go. No.

Just Quit The Job

and stay and stop the day work.

Yes. Stay.

Just continue to be devoted to priorities.

Stay where you are,

Stand strong 

to ride the tempestuous waves

to call truth 

just shut the shop. Just stop home.

Be there where you always were

and define the curbs beside the road.

Put down those heavy, heavy hidden loads.

 

Keep the children safe from harm,

dismiss all others to find their way

owning all the carpet dust,

just speak up loudly when you must.

 

 

Credit Image: Sydney-Smith-Full,

Lions Roar online August 2022.

Illustration to May We Be Safe, by Barbara Gates