Chasing rhythm in words
The best my mind can do is
chase a rhythm in the words
with meaning I don't grasp.
Linger in the grass for lyrics that never form,
chasing melodies that never come,
this upbeat after another,
one missing beat embracing the world.
Where silence settles like mist
over a valley, spiraling upward,
while winds bend branches
into wild patterns wound precious.
That's all there between my eyes
in front of my face, searching
the fading edge of twilight.
Where rhythms move clouds
on the horizon.
grass leaves
we look at darkness and we see ourselves
we sit in silence and hear ourselves
our lives full of confusion
when so much is at stake
can look hopeless
while planted in darkness
with overgrown silence
I thought I heard you once
breaking the silence
I thought I tripped over you once
in a corner of darkness
someone bumped into me
told me to look where I'm going
there are no directions in darkness
no sirens in silence
let's get up
give each other a push
you know
forward
really
anywhere
like smiling grass leaves
reaching for the sun
The noble desk
The noble desk stands in the tall grass.
Her legs creak after years of service.
The weather-worn wood has lost its shine.
She needs repair but stands resolute.
Student doodles washed away by rain.
Yet their scribbles remain etched in wood.
They have forgotten their childhood days.
But she recalls every one of them.
After years, the noble desk decays.
Its memories mix into the earth.
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