First Snow

Awakened with a song in my heart

and a name on my lips

as Winter’s first kiss on the horizon marks a new season…

A sprite follows nature’s courses awaiting Spring’s song

With sad leave-takings behind

And hope before…

Advice #4: Put her name in song

Put her name in song

In prose

In a breath

Sing it with passion

With heat

With welcome

In peace

Into the air as Prayer

Magic in syllables and color

Fear and ego abandon themselves to the appeal,

while the Arrow with an Honest Goal

finds its Prey, True…

On Pain

Pain

Dark,

Regal bruised

Throbbing

Dull

Persistent

Silently Deafening

Congested

Thick like Molasses...

A Purgatory of Perpetual Annoyance

Distracted till Ruin by a knell's Itch

One holds their Breath

In hope of Release...

Worth the Knowing

Haunted by living specters
and the death knell of dreams deferred... indefinitely;
buoyed by the possible;
Grounded...
Prometheus' fires are humbled to ghostly embers...

Hope is held aloft by what?
desires propelled by
self deluding...self fulfilling false prophesies
Are we ill prepared would-be "masters" of destiny?
Is it fallacious to believe we are entitled to that which we
covet, deserve, desire?

How does one tell the difference between the learned and the innate?

Is it all...worth it?
In the end...
can one say.... the suffering was worth the knowing?