Tuesday, April 30, 2013
she once said that what I was doing
was 'just like meditation, only more painful'
same source, different day;
poetry can be similar to journaling, only more wistful.
a grain of salt could come in handy,
but a smart remark would be more helpful.
often it is the implied reverberation
that sends a conversation over the edge.
as figured fears work their way into our psyche.
so do our commitments often become the wedge.
While a chipping hammer was at one time adequate,
today I am reaching for the sledge.
passion scatters amongst the dust,
shedding darkness one cold layer at a time.
'dream big, act swiftly....'