The Wabi-Sabi Writer

Where are the words

that frolicked 

in my mind's recess

during the late afternoon

where are the words

that flowed

from my lips

lined 

with laughter's scars

Where are the words

that freed

my aching spirit

from the shackles

of insufferable promises

where are the words

that call

me

home

OctPoWriMo 21  Day 11

I quit

trying to understand

why I started

how to stop

but then 

I pause

a momentary phase

of non-doing

not stopping

for

ever

just

for

now

and here

in the quiet

in the cold air

in my quivering mind

space

to ask

is 

now

the time

to

give

up

give

out

give

in

or simply to keep going until there is an edge visible 

on the page

on the horizon

a place 

to cling

fingers trembling

to hang

hopes draping 

over the day

in

crocheted

memories

across

long 

empty

laps

OctPoWriMo 21  Day 10 

Inspired by the prompt to write a poem on endings

One wonders

what is worse

the view

or the sight

front facing

head on

a speeding train

a glistening gun barrel

a dive into the unknown

looking back

hindsight

lessons learned

swarming regrets 

the haunting 

the enticing

memories

of better 

or 

worse

times

over one's

shoulder

the last glance

adjust the dial

hashmark precision

take aim

fire

OctPoWriMo 21  Day 9

old woman

hold

my hand

she opens 

deep within  

offerings the winter

branch

see it grows

new leaves

forever

becoming

the tree

I let go

a bent branch

growing glorious

from the tree

I can see

the sky

above 

the branches

OctPoWriMo 21  Day 8

one trip

 around the sun

ago

I stood 

teetering

on the edge

listening to the trickle 

of possibilities

like pebbles

tumbling down

the cliffside

towards

the mysterious valley 

below

It has always been my way

to step back

into familiar footing

however root ridden 

it is

almost assuredly

I will trip

but at least 

the grounds kiss

is quicker

but for some strange reason

I dove

deep

down

off the crumbling precipice

into the cavernous 

space

of wishing

I made the other choice

so now

my known

a pit

dotted in red ochre

beckons me

with high pitch

resonance

randomized

ramiform

rooms

lure

and

loom

it is said

singing

is the most efficient way

to explore

caves

so

play the muzic

Listen

my own old words

bounce off 

the weeping walls

OctPoWriMo 21  Day 7