Tag: expressionism

Cloudy forecast

For the family,

But sun will rise,

Guaranteed.

Hope remains,

Increases, even.

Pain is over.

Freedom reigns.

Dancing to the beat

Of eternity.

Something new

For someone new

To all the perks

Of infinity.

Those that are

Left behind

Can’t imagine

The purity.

A ticket to

Beyond the blue.

All the temporary

Shed behind

Like so much dead skin.

Now an exciting

Adventure

Stands in waiting

To be experienced

To one reborn

With a perfect body.

Pilot friend, mother hen.

Grief stricken past living

Sweet and stubborn

Strict and free

Thoughts of you

Bring me back

To those good times,

Easy life without

Responsibilities

You were there

To make sure

I was okay,

Watching over

All of us

Until that time

It was our turn

To care for you

Well done from

Such a great example.

Top of the heap

Is a nice place to be, it seems,

But bottom of the barrel

Is not the end of the world.

Feel the heat

Coming from the sun.

Bask in light

And loosen up.

Do you remember

What it was like

To not have much

But make it through anyway?

We can do it

If we put our backs

Into it.

Wealth doesn’t seem to rub off

Or trickle down, or whatever.

Instead it relies on stealth and lies

To sucker in lots of help,

Unbeknownst to the miserable many,

Who work long hours, dreaming

Of plenty but seeing none

Of the fruits of their labor

Cross over the fence

To their bank account.

No, it stays at the top

With the privileged few,

Who rally the troops

When the going gets rough,

But leave them to starve

After the work is done.

So, don’t put all your

Proverbial eggs in one basket,

Or you’ll be broke long before

They pick out your casket.

Quiet tones fill the air.

A pooch snoozes at my feet.

Another rests on my lap.

Both breathe to the rhythm

Of the universe.

At peace and still,

A natural smoothness.

All is well at home.

Happy thoughts drift through my head.

Thinking of you instead

Of all the stuff that gets me down.

I want to smile, not to frown.

So what would you say

To a walk with me today,

Holding hands, we navigate

The rough path in the woods.

It’s not too late

To get out your jacket and hood,

And gloves to stay warm.

The storm is past

Just us at last,

Going for a stroll.