Finesse

I reach out
Aim to connect and shape
Pass down knowledge and strengthen faith
But often words are of wisdom drought
And the effectiveness is anyone’s guess
I wish my tongue had more finesse

I reach out
Aim to sweeten and please
Show wit and kindness to those I seek
But responses are rushed, shallow, and often route
Thus my words fail to much impress
I wish my tongue had more finesse

I reach out
As the sky grows dim
Introspection recorded through word and pen
Eloquence flowing like a fount
Past blunders transformed and simply expressed
My fingers find my only finesse

 

Composed 11/11/18
Inspired by life today and the Word of the Day: Finesse. 

 

Heavy Frost

The frost might as well be snow tonight
It blossoms in sparkles at the sign of first light
Stretches as far as the eye can see
The first day the sun has welcomed no green
The fields, so recently tall and gold
Now are low, pure white, and cold
The first taste of candy after the feast
The first warning of the upcoming beast

Composed 11/8/18

Life is like

Composed 4/25/16
Description: Don’t worry. I’m going to keep chugging out these until I have one for every day of April! Here’s one for Day 22.

Most picture life like a movie
Bright vibrant scenes and distinct flashbacks
Every stitch visible and later accessible
To in-depth inspection and speculation
You might say
She’s an open book
Like you could open her up and read
A history scene by scene
But life is rarely so pristine

Life is more like a poem
A blur obscured by emotion
Colored by the hue of one moment
Each other a metaphor viewed through hammered glass
We glance though make interpretations
Memories fade but
It’s the interpretations that last