In the this and that,
Of here and there.
Knowledge of up and down,
Was quick to disappear.
My speedy brain today.
Others chuckled at my expense,
For joy, a small price to pay.
Settling in to a level of chill now,
Unwinding, not really as fun.
While my mind’s still spinning, wide awake,
To exhaustion My body succumbs.
Swing with me
In a world of true make-believe
Where we are free
To embrace our dreams
Of tomorrow and today
Plans swirling as we play
Hold my hand, I’ll show you the way
Swing with me for eternity
I find it beautiful to see,
A person smiling spontaneously.
Upon the sight of a child.
Not at them so much as
Because of them…
Typical trip to the store.
Passing the flowers to smell,
The roses’ sweet aromas,
Magnificent varieties for sale.
And I’m struck again with amazement,
At the perfection of God’s art.
Each petal delicately connected in unity,
Each uniquely marked.
Grown in abundance,
Bearing joy and love, smiles and comfort.
Aesthetically pleasing to the knowing heart,
Pausing life in moments unencumbered.
Again I say, again!
How can one not believe,
That this world was created by intelligent design?
I wish all would look and truly see.
This post was inspired by M. Zane McClellan, a very talented poet, in honor of Pi Day (new to me!). You can find specifics for writing guidelines for a “Piku” at his blog: http://thepoetrychannel.wordpress.com/2014/03/14/an-ode-to-pi/#like-936 -including external link.
The syllable requirements are listed next to each of my poem’s lines. Zane has a link for more info and a great example he wrote himself. Thanks to Zane for schooling me on a new style!
9-sharing hope to all witnessing eyes
6-reflecting peaceful hues,
5-meant to encourage
Running with childlike excitement,
Bursting with anticipation.
Settling in to the swing’s embrace,
Small hands hold to life in animation.
Slow increase through repetitive advances,
Then rocketed into another dimension.
Where moments become motion-filled still-frames,
Leaving lasting experiential impressions.
Higher and higher, eyes closed, head back,
Outstretched arms hanging on with delicate rebellion.
Wind strong, applying resistance with futility,
Continuation of flight beckons.
Swinging free, immortalized within childhood memories,
Alive once more, through recollection.
A gift of play and uninhibited fun,
Shared from generation to generation.
What you seek is there.
To meet you at “truly aware”.
You’re always looking to the world,
To quench your desire for peace.
From the noise and chatter,
Finding only temporary relief.
You already have all you need,
The fruit of The Spirit is ever present.
Joy, peace, and self control,
Until the world’s illusory solutions,
Are abandoned for the truth inside.
Your peace will remain surface-affixed,
Internal endowments offer a peace…infinitely multiplied.
Blank canvas no more,
Anger, joy, sorrow, pain,
Making known internal lore.
Storytelling through random arrangements,
Implementing fates’ unbridled design.
Energies born of the varied spectrum,
Create layers of sublime.
Art’s voice is heard,
Creativity’s expression given life.
By splatters of paint,
Meant to illuminate what’s inside…
In the blink of an eye,
My laugh’s become a cry.
Settling anew with tear’s stains,
On the tail end of a fun, energetically sleepless high.
Fearing the decline, the abyss,
Where I find myself trapped for a stint.
Until an appointed time of release,
When the sorrow finally ends.
“They” call it bipolar mood cycling,
The cruel shift, euphoria’s exit.
Echoes of wakefulness spiked with joy,
Turn to liquified, molten lament.
Required to ride it out,
I’ve gotten better with the passing of time.
But I’d rather avoid this darkness,
While I’m waiting to realign.
Note: I wrote this a while back. So, not current emotions.
Pic:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Bipolar-343768006 (a lot of beautiful images from this artist).
If my demise seems premature,
Know I was at peace with this life.
Mourn my passing a short season.
Let the tears fall, then dry your eyes.
There were many years of struggle,
Mixed with joy and triumphant song.
All led me to God’s loving arms
Know I am there where I belong,
Know I loved you with my heart whole.
Thanks for your part in my journey.
You showed me the meaning of love,
And I hope you felt loved by me.
We are not promised our next breath.
I’m pained by thoughts of leaving you.
But there is a purpose and time,
To all, though the days feel too few.
My heart’s a part of yours always,
Immortalized by memories.
I am not gone, I’ve just moved on.
Remain hopeful we’ll again meet.
Note: this is not meant as a melancholy prelude to suicide… Just mortality acknowledgement. Love and peace to you all!