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. 

 

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Alive

Blue red yellow sunset over country road

Blue red orange sunset over silhouetted cornfield

Thoughts spin like teenager tires
On the way home
Familiar scenery flashes by out of perception
Eyes look past dusty, well worn paths
Ignorant of change
Slam door, rush inside
Just another day

A turn
And then

Blindness
Beauty
Stunning color as
The daring sea blushes at the sun
It’s a Master’s art finale
And thoughts stop
Feet pause
Shoulders ease back as wonder washes over freshly electrified skin
And eyes open for the first time again
Life
Stops
And takes on color like the sky
As breath hesitates in the moment
You Remember
As you are
Briefly, magically
Enthralled

Composed 9/26/18
Description: Inspired by last evening’s amazing sunset. For the word of the day: enthralling.