Save our history

I start and stop, twist and turn. Not knowing which way to turn. The directions were unclear, but I decided to wing it and see where I ended up. There are others too, all lost on a similar journey. They’re all looking at each other, looking for something, someone, looking for guidance in this desolate place. We’re all looking for a place that’s safe, where we can rest our weary bodies and minds, to prepare for another day.

I see a young boy, standing, waiting for a steed. I ask him his name but he does not speak. He simply answers with his eyes. Icy blue with large black pupils, dilated and distant. He looks at me with no expression and points to the east. I had not noticed that it was night and now the sun was beginning to rise. My search for rest has ended, there would be none today.

Dragging my feet across the stones, blisters form on my toes and heels. It’s getting warmer, the summer is approaching and my feet in some way welcome the hardship. Hot sands ahead will mean that I need toughened skin to survive.

I focus on my steps, and no more than ten feet in front of me. I barely notice the mountains approaching ahead. I am only reminded of them when I pause and look up, to stretch my back and collect my bearings. I look around and notice that my fellow travellers have dropped away, there are few of us remaining. It seems that some have either found their way, or fallen to foul play. It is quiet, except for the wind in my ears.

Ahead, I see a place to rest. Well past the city walls now, I am in our God’s country. There is an old willow tree beside a creek. It appears that many travellers have stopped here before but not for a while. The water is clear, but the lack of rain has meant that the level is low. I drink and eat some bread, as much as I think I can spare. I lie down and rest my head on a thick root protruding from the dust, and I look skyward through the branches. It is now that I realise that I am alone.

The mountains that draw me to the north are still a few weeks away. If all promises are kept, my Utopia will be there, waiting for me with open arms. My saviour of souls. I’ve dared to dream of the day when we will all be there together. I will return, but I first must forge this path. You trusted me and this sacrifice will be worth the risk. When I return, it will be with a fervor and grace surpassed only by yours, and together we will change this land. Together, we will save our history. Our fathers will thank us and our children will remember us. I will be King and you my Queen.

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Poignant moments like these

Dulled grey sharpens my chilled night
Returning to younger sands, I reflect
Alone on the naked shore
Trembling angels brush past my heart

But you’re there, holding my hand

Licking at my heels, ripples blow
Pensive times with freshened elevation
Awake, inhaled breath clarifies the moment
Frozen images melt with the light

But you’re there, framed in my mind

Chosen vitality, reward for a chance
Ventured blindly, guided by fragrance
I’m spinning, absent from the customary
Misplaced aspirations found dusty

And you’re there, holding me high

Everybody knows nothing

My mind is full
In one direction
My lap is open and empty

Someone blue
Something’s missing
Nothing’s taken or granted

Goodness is golden
Fresh the new day
Reflections appear years younger

Tell me, show me, before me
With me, without me, beside me
Sprinkle stars around me

I’m wading and waving
Living and crying
Ripples natural in tears

Cool springs are not done
Life deals and delivers
Brown skin on my skin

Paths connected by points
Directly through complex tangents
Converging to a singularity

Infiltrating my attitude
My gratitude forgiving myself
Take the forward and leave all else

Multiple purpose in poetry
Rambling with purpose or random words
The latter today for respite

I’m plugged in and flying
Firing from both hips
Warm inside, shivers on the out

I’m an astute genius
Unfuckingbelievably amazing
New favourite word of the year

Marathon pace, faster than before
Trained and maintained
To last and survive is to win

The end is the beginning
To see the next start before this finish
With wisdom and patience we smile

There’ll be more
This is today’s Sopranos
Ending

Red and Yellow and Pink

I’ve seen a few rainbows in my time. No matter how many I see however, they always amaze me.

Beautiful.
Fragile.
Enticing.
Distracting.

There’s a rainbow outside my window right now and she is magnificent.

Honest.
Vibrant.
Rich.
Sassy.

She has drawn me in. She moves as I move. I am drawn to her. I wonder if anyone else sees her like I do? Her treasure is unattainable, I know that, but it seems so tantalisingly near.

I can taste her, almost reach out and touch her. She is no illusion, but not entirely real. She speaks to me. To me. I get closer and she teases me, playing and retreating. I look away for a moment and fear she won’t be there when I return. But so far so good. So good.

I don’t know how long this rainbow will last. But I do know is that it’s not up to me. Who knows when the winds will come and blow her away. If it were up to me, rainbows would last forever. Forever and a day.