In this cyberspace world, we have learned we are only limited by the depth and width of our thinking, and our lack of knowledge. We can virtually, be anywhere, just by closing our eyes.
Funny, it’s always been like that. It’s just so vast now…
We attempt to cram so much information into our minds in a day,
perhaps we have lost trust in our own vision, forgotten how to give surprise and wonder a place in our reality…
“the words are on the tip of my tongue”
immersed in what they know of life
in all it’s bright glory.
evading tender compassion,
stuck for what to say…
words stay on the tip of the tongue
eyes closing from sour.
burning hot breath
running from emotion to find cool, calm waters
in which to rinse the taste away
making sure it goes no deeper into the core,
doesn’t get farther …
than the tip of the tongue.
shut down, closed off,
they can’t be found.
dragged by the slipstream of life
from start to finish,
their silent voice became a wall
do you hear them?
‘for the moment,
nothing matters but the emotions of the heart,
this reality too, will become a recollection of a time,
we shook our heads
were brought to tears’.
reminding us we were there …
We close our world around us,
sometimes.. just missing your train is a good thing
hints of release and relief are in the air,
when the doors open,
room to move
have a seat
smile at a stranger
pretend the world’s alright
in the wake of a year.
rushing to finish, to believe there is a future,
tired, birthing nature,
paws, hooves, scales, and feathers
autumn shows with remarkable beauty …
ending in loss
darkness comes closer to light,
as night comes sooner
the moon tosses the sun into a deeper, longer sleep,
while our shadows walk beside us …
so much earlier in the day
‘silk – fine threads of fibre often woven into cocoons for protection by silkworms.
luxurious, resilient and, extremely strong’.
love, a precious strand of silk, weaves through our lives binding hearts together
vulnerable, in the shadow if it’s strength,
we strive to keep it weaving all the time.
marvels of a dream.
as today drifts into tomorrow
minds rest into the sea of sleep,
embracing all that is marvelous,
Darkness brings no fear
a warm place to rest a soul
from the cold of day
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #154 Darkness&Deep