a poem about the cycle of life..,

a poem about the cycle of life..,

silhouette of man sitting on grass field at daytime
Photo by Spencer Selover on Pexels.com

for upon your children’s children
a parade of red roses
ash blows the sky
for generations remain
locked beneath in shallow graves
foundation of bone
fire on the feet
countless clock hands clap
a breath, a clasp moment
a heart, a beat to
pulse sweet blood on track
how the world eye remains fixed
a glorious host
the vessel of birth
the cradle that serves
the ending desires of the natural way
of all that may be
expanding
one day collapsing
the cycle of near infinity
loops back upon
your children’s children
a procession of possession
travel on for as long
as time will permit
as time shall exist

notes… I will let this one stand alone, it was one of those that I say “wrote itself” for whatever that is worth, your thoughts on the matter are always appreciated…

Don’t Mock Me! (said the little one with furious old man eyebrows)

Don’t Mock Me! (said the little one with furious old man eyebrows)

final

with the eyebrows of an elder scolding, he froze there like a thousand years of evolution ingrained in this moment of instinct, he thinks survival, mama bird was not as impressed, and she dive bombed my head, I tried explaining to her that I was the least of her worries, but alas, my mocking-speak is not what it once was, she clearly did not understand, so I left the little one, to fate.

music… obvious>>> The Beatles – Blackbird (rehearsal version)

oh yeah, details… this is in the back of my office, the other day, just a photo from my phone, I really need to bring my SLR around and get crazy shots when  I can, but I still like this one…  thoughts, likes, follows, and the like are all appreciated, if you read this far then I guess I did an OK job on this post at least…