#550
Ripples from the voice
channel an ocean of love
waves that wash upon the shore,
thoughts cycle to the heavens, and back,
speak of surf,
of the current, of the tides,
while watching in awe, in wonder,
i wonder when, we’ll return again,
in the morning, in the morrow,
to the water, to bathe in salt,
and endless horizons.
#551
Oh the wear, the worn, the tired,
the words on the page,
the same sentiment
year after year,
nothing’s changed,
it’s still i love you,
no matter the wrinkles
that fold around your eyes
the furl your brow,
that crease behind your smiles
you may tire faster,
but the words never do,
they never change,
i love you so.
#552
What problems can i actually solve?
In the world, in others,
what hope do i have in solving myself,
unravel one knot only to create another,
the endless multiply, they lap me,
the only solve for long nights,
is long days that tip into exhaustion,
the macro bleeds to the micro
or perhaps the other way around,
the thoughts they won’t stop churning
#553
i mean i guess
it’s a good idea
to dive back to
that miserable winter
waste land,
theres
still fine places,
warm mugs, mother’s hugs
it’s ok to feel like a break right?
#554
The notes pour colours
like nectarines split from pits
juice spills, fibres build the chords,
the shades roll like waves,
and i feel the rhythm
dance across my skin.
My head knocks,
my neck twists, my feet stomp,
nothing can stop the elation,
nothing can stop the climb
within the clouds, the ray’s ballets,
with God’s breath, oh take me down.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write