A Whisper In a Hailstorm

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Now I know, a refuge never grows
from a chin in the hand and a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
~Indigo Girls

 

 

 At a glance, you cannot see a shadow in the dark.

Its beginnings are as undefined as recognizing

one face in a crowd.

For no eyes have ever taken awe at a 

painting halfway done.

Its colors are as obscure as

the misunderstood ring of

a vaguely uttered sound.

Listing, you cannot hear a

whisper in a hailstorm.

Its vibrations vanish in the wind

unnoticed as a sigh of regret.

For a heart has never been moved

by an act of complacency.

Its message is as uninspiring

as words that were never said.

 

 

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Open Link Monday"

 

Directions Not Included

photo by Steven Kelly

 

The Mag #183

 

 

"Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose direction and begin to bend."

  ~Walter Savage Landor

 

Sometimes I am rough like an old highway that is in desperate need of repair

 

and I am stagnant like a puddle where there is no light to bring a glare.

 

At times I am tattered like a worn hem on a dress no one will sew

 

and I am meager like a garden where a careless gardener never goes.

 

At times I am lost like a sparrow that has never built it's nest

 

and I am lonely like a boring hostess that will never have a guest.

 

Sometimes I am empty like a pew where the minister shall not preach

 

and full of dust like antique furniture hidden beneath white sheets.

 

At times my focus is for naught like an unused telescope on a starlit night

 

and I am vacant like a building that it too damaged for someone to buy.

 

 In this life there are no road signs to truly guide the way ahead

 

and purpose can get lost if we drive like our foot is made of led.

 

So slow down and pay attention don't miss the turn you were meant to make

 

for no one else can do it for you, it's a maneuver that only you can make.

 

 

Complacency Is A Cowardly Sailor

Image by Mostafa Habibi

Magpie # 95

"A ship in harbor is safe - but that is not what ships are for."  ~John A. Shedd

A place that becomes too comfortable to move forward

is actually a very dangerous place to be.

For the longer you remain inside it's stead,

the tougher it is to escape the hold it has on you.

It is a deceptive theif whose sand will only sink you wear you stand.

What you thought was safety, was in reality a slow demise.

So take hold of some faith and take a couple steps out where it leads.

What do you have to loose? 

Maybe some sand in your knickers?

Where The Danger Lies

It is not the rugged looking thug that we should fear facing, but the clever con artist we are ablivious to,
that makes us become vulnerable.
It is not our capacity to feel the suffering through our trials we should avoid,
but our ability to make ourselves numb to it, that makes us become indifferent.
It is not the narrow winding road that holds the danger,
but the easy straight way where we become complacent,
and that is where the danger lies.

Rustling of The Sheets

Poets United Think Tank Prompt #8

There was a time

together

in your bed

I could hear

nothing less than

the wistful steps

of your eyes

tickling my skin

and the whispering

of your thoughts

mingling with mine

hanging

on the hopes of

forever...

Now

alone

in this bed

I can hear

nothing more than

the rustling of the sheets

as I toss and turn.

A Penny To A Child

When I was a child

rushing to play

I saw a penny sparkle

on the pavement

I picked it up

gladly

with full hands

so sure it was a wish

that would someday come true...

but somewhere between

the sparkle and fades

the cares and casualties

the grandeur and mundane

when my hands were grown

that one cent coin

slipped through

my empty hands

and fell to the pavement

so I left it gladly

too busy to pick it up.