Footsteps
Their feet fell in silence towards the ground.
Each step as soundless as the one before.
Following behind, more footsteps.
They walked in Unison, orange robes flapping quietly at their sides.
Their feet fell in silence towards the ground.
Their hands placed in continuous prayer,
Their facial features soft in meditation.
Their combined quietude screamed out, expelled as an invisible cloud
That engulfed the surrounding Nature,
Peaceful, purposeful, pragmatic.
The World held its breath.
After exhalation comes inhalation.
Karma flowed into the stomata of leaves,
Percolated through the soil and rock,
Dissipated into the wind
And suffused the troubled souls on Earth.
The trees looked up to the sky and as one held Nature in check.
The animals paused and cast their eyes about them
As the humans finally opened their souls.
A New Dawn had arisen.
The silent footsteps, still moving at the same gentle pace, continued their journey.
The World pulled back from the Abyss.
Love engulfed all, and
Still, the footsteps marched on.
Apricity
My skin tingles and splinters
Eyes: squinting
Weep with salty flow,
A visceral response,
Long awaited, so anticipated,
Mind alluring,
Mood steroid.
Deep purposeful slow breaths,
Fists unclench,
I lift my head to the rays.
Apricity.
Tennyson Down
O’er Tennyson Down
Strolleth I. In my mind
Lay thoughts, dormant; I frown.
At cliff edge do I stand,
Stare, reflect and muse:
I am as rock and sea.
For these thoughts that lie solid
Are eroded by storms.
Ideas that are pounded
And desires seep away.
How I long for rock’s permanence,
But soft are my resolves:
Battered by time,
Broken into fragments
And scattered anew.
O’er Tennyson Down,
Do I take succour from thee.
These thoughts are aroused,
Allowed to run free.
Jenner
An awareness was present, of course,
But in this instance, shock, fear and hatred too.
A child, innocent, lay dying.
Offspring of his friend.
An emulsifying mist shrouded the shed.
Sarah, low sitting upon her stool moved,
With practiced art, drawing Blossom’s milk.
A repetitive, soothing motion.
Upon her hands lay a pox.
A pox of cow, blistered and sore.
Reminiscent of … and there the insight,
The morsel, the gem.
Poor young Phipps, he prayed.
Upon his arm a laceration made.
Sweet Jesu, may his prayers be heard:
A child offered, taken, lured.
An experiment, a trial
A success, a vial.
The scourge of Smallpox,
A retaliation.
The birth in history
Of vaccination.
Loss
The gentle sway and rocking, moves
My thoughts and care around
Like clouds that drift dreamily.
My Love.
Soft fingers caress my skin,
That delicate breeze that touches
My soul. I cry inside.
My Love.
Memories turn over; they mix
A magical weave of sorrow
And fortune. So hard it is.
To extract the subconscious from
The quagmire of broken dreams,
To focus on the now.
Insist, My Love, insist.
Time does not exist.
Time does not lessen raw emotion.
Time runs time, time and time again.
Hold me My Love, hold me.
Wherever you are.
Pain
From sleep I emerge
Awareness of my body.
Pain meets consciousness.
It twists and turns
Insidious and Callous.
It seeps and sinks,
Leaden with malice.
Grinding and pulling
It infiltrates every niche.
Steals your life.
It cuts like a Knife
Leaving you weeping and hiding.
Look up and open your heart
To a white light of healing love.
Let it cloak and extinguish this pain,
May it pour a soothing, cooling
Opaque whiteness and put out
The flame of heat
Let it be called Love.
Man vs. Nature
The very air surrounding me
Rumbled, shook, vibrated.
To the sheer magnitude
An awe inspiring, tear jerking
Gut wrenching response.
The fighter jet, black, engulfed me,
Overwhelmed me and landed.
Now, 1000x smaller, shrunk,
I am diminished.
My insignificance is enormous.
I am but a minute particle
As the surrounding air tosses me
-Jetsam.
The noise unquenchable.
My senses uncontrollable.
A smell so intoxifying, suffocating.
A sight so disturbing, it impresses
But subjugates and terrifies.
Its wings stall, its legs lower, its noise abates.
A honeybee in all its splendour ellipses mankind.
