Composed: 4/8/23
Love, loss, pride, and war
Are things left unspoken for
But when trees bud and grass greens
The voice is not spoken
It sings
Author: akleneth
The Frost
Composed 11/7/21
Description: My father passed away unexpectedly in May.
The frost took the flowers last night
Once colorful, vibrant
Gone in an instant
Withered, cold to the touch
Your funeral flowers
Taken, transplanted, and watered with tears
Are untouched
Risen, sheltered by home
Absurdly more abundant
Than any foliage grasping to the ground
A strange
Comforting reminder
That you are now immortal
And more alive than even me
Silent
Composed 6/21/20
Description: An old, unposted poem as I muster up inspiration to get back into the writing game…
Silence
is not an absence
it is an abundance
of words that congeal inside my lungs
when truth is stranger
and sadder
than fiction, than satire
we are
personally, professionally, socially
overwhelmed
no wonder
no one can breathe
Genius
Composed: 2/8/2020
Description: Nothing like your friend’s refrigerator magnets to get those creative juices flowing…
One
You’re a gateway drug to everything
Would I even be me without you?
Did you see the secret part of me
Through the Johari window to my soul?
You showed me loves I had not yet uncovered
Parts I somehow knew but not yet discovered
Made a dark unconscious bright
Brought wholeness to a half life
Did you sense a kindred spirit?
Or just note a pretty eye, shy, and find it disgused
Or are you magnetized
To joy to passion to me
Pulled together until all is one and the same?
This connection…
It’s not a half-hearted compromise
It’s not a game
It’s peaked interest and laughing and comfort and fun
I needed my eyes uncovered and
You were the one
Composed 7/1/19
Silence
I woke up when the world fell asleep
The silence was so still and deep
I thought that everything had died
And only I was left alive
Cursed to lay awake and ponder
My own real loneliness
Composed 5/31/19
Opportunity
I look to lofty mountain peaks
Silhouetted in the starry sky
But when its walls I near to be
I shy to touch and fear to climb
Such beauty I imagine at its Everest
Such warmth basking close to the sun
But as I stroll past its borders
I pass by
And run
God paves the path in rose petals
With every blessed sign
But I take the fork, hands over my eyes
In the end, I suppose, too scared to try
Composed 2/16/19
Gone
Love’s like a butterfly that fell into my hand
Arresting, enchanting, fleeting
You were gone before I could say
Would you like to stay?
Composed 3/18/19
Wonder
Why do we hate the snowy white
The breath of cool fresh rushing delight
The magic of a falling sky
Otherworld fantasies sprung to life
The beauty of a stark clean scene
Crisp white edges filled with soft lush cream
The closeness of God as gray skies hold Him near
Like the whole wide world was known right here
While we’re chosen to feel and see it all
As we explore this new land, flushed and enthralled
Why do we hate the snowy white
When such wonder is so rarely seen in life?
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Composed 1/12/19
Description: I’m a midwesterner; I love the seasons. Today, after a winter of very mild, slightly wet weather, it finally snowed — in abundance. It felt only fitting to compose something befitting of this lovely change.
This season it’s struck me how people loathe winter and snow so — even people that live here! Perhaps it’s my slightly optimistic nature, but, yes, while there are inconveniences, I mean, it’s snow; does it not make you even a little excited?
Endgame
There are no cheat codes to life
No player’s guide online
No master’s mapped out the best path
Though many have tried
Many stream their trials
And many like to watch
But despite their hacks and advice
I struggle to min max my life
The worst part is the mystery
The best choices are uncertain
And despite a billion finishes
No one knows the end
But I guess that’s the fun
So let the games begin
I’ll just button mash through the challenge
To level up and win
Composed 1/2/19
Description: For today’s Rag Tag Daily Prompt: Mystery.
Scraps of Paper 