Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Walk On... the fear of wearing another's shoes...
Sometimes life drops us in the throes of disappointment when we throw caution to the wind , only to discover what you imagined you had learned in a similar past lesson , actually turns out you have not learned a thing . . . it seems there is not that much that changes, perhaps we just repeat . . .
Some days . . . I wonder what it would be like to be able to look the other way?
The look of the sturdy shoes
not unlike many others
at first glance .
Well cared for mahogany leather,
fastened russet hued laces ,
well-trodden tawny toned soles
an appearance of a savored comfort .
Enshrouding leather wombs ,
wholesome conforming contour
for to carry that weight ;
Well cared for mahogany leather,
fastened russet hued laces ,
well-trodden tawny toned soles
an appearance of a savored comfort .
Enshrouding leather wombs ,
wholesome conforming contour
for to carry that weight ;
soles that have seen
many season's circle ,
wistful thresholds crossed ,
that first step in the journey
coursing a thousand miles .
The countless crossroads passed ,
long and winding miles navigated
over challenging unknown terrain .
Past now’s pondered these days ,
rapt in a moment of speechless silence ,
lost in thought , . . . presence
musing the stillness of continuum .
If a searching sole were to walk a
mile
in these well-worn shoes ?
. . . could thy soles bear'st
. . . could thy soles bear'st
the ache of the pang
of the sharp rock's attrition
between well calloused flesh
and ,
within the season'd soul ?
January 9th, 2014 . . . © Harlon Rivers
Friday, January 3, 2014
A fog that seemed to hover ...
There was a fog that seemed to hover thickly
over the perceived salience of his musings
It was as if there were a veiled mystique
that left hopeful understanding ,
ambiguously obscured
His soul's cadences fell beyond the pale ,
like a reverberant iron bell’s clamor ,
drowning acumen ;
albeit unmistakably crystal clear allusions ,
rhapsody in his mind's eye
Illusive accord ,
beclouded by seeming stigmas
borne of the flesh ;
delicately sensitive nuances ,
fragile misunderstood imperfections ,
bespoken utterance weighed
In the hush of pensive repose ,
his flow of soul streamed forth from within ;
bequeathed as if darkness
was magnetically drawn towards light ,
purging muted understanding ---
Assuredly seeking all questions with verve,
accepting , that all answers sought
are not meant to be understood
A realization of those who wish to speak but are mute; the unseen mark of those that wished they had been loved, befallen the music of a thundering heartbeat , understanding a circle is vulnerable , only makes it stronger,
hence ,
it had been written
in countless misunderstood ways
It was as if there were a veiled mystique
that left hopeful understanding ,
ambiguously obscured
His soul's cadences fell beyond the pale ,
like a reverberant iron bell’s clamor ,
drowning acumen ;
albeit unmistakably crystal clear allusions ,
rhapsody in his mind's eye
Illusive accord ,
beclouded by seeming stigmas
borne of the flesh ;
delicately sensitive nuances ,
fragile misunderstood imperfections ,
bespoken utterance weighed
In the hush of pensive repose ,
his flow of soul streamed forth from within ;
bequeathed as if darkness
was magnetically drawn towards light ,
purging muted understanding ---
Assuredly seeking all questions with verve,
accepting , that all answers sought
are not meant to be understood
A realization of those who wish to speak but are mute; the unseen mark of those that wished they had been loved, befallen the music of a thundering heartbeat , understanding a circle is vulnerable , only makes it stronger,
hence ,
it had been written
in countless misunderstood ways
Knowing he resists his inner-voice ,
a fear of that which remains indelibly writ ,
tattooed on introspective walls
far removed from the glow of light ,
where depth of soul yearns to be freed ;
heart speak , deft words avowed
in enigmatic tongues
“souls prevailing tides ebb and flow”
from unseen depths ,
deep within inner realms
A spirit of soul once steeped with his heart’s intone :
“souls prevailing tides ebb and flow”
from unseen depths ,
deep within inner realms
A spirit of soul once steeped with his heart’s intone :
“Spell words that bind together passing strangers . Assemble thoughts that fuse those whom often walk alone. Append the goodwill of poetry, bonding individual hearts and minds. Assemble letters to bespeak sincerely, a hope of enkindling some”
and yet, he will write it again and again
…words grasped by thoughts
drawn in to the light
searching for other adept words ;
written yet another way ,
unfolding with a relentless inexhaustibility
of an unstoppable awakening ...
Dawn imbues new days bright radiance
he will write it again and again
... finding another way to be set free ...
Stanza in italics is from an earlier poem called
*Spell Words that Bind Together Passing Strangers*
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