water droplets echoing
setting tone today
water droplets echoing
setting tone today
Today’s special is pride pudding,
smothered in poor choices.
On the menu is a rare insight,
with a side order of lifelong regret.
Chef recommends the fear of success.
Our sorrow pie is very popular.
Would you like a glass of tears with that?
Are you ready to order?
When you looked at me
you saw yourself
and did not like it.
Short And Sweet
Once upon a time, the end.
Yesterday the elm trees nodded.
Last night the old oaks
were heard panting for breaths.
And tomorrow, the lindens will try
God’s ever-dwindling patience.
And So It Was Written
Michael said to Gabriel
something so beautiful
it must not be heard.
with a valley of mordant water,
with a sea’s worth of alum and tears.
With a hill of destruction.
Allow me to apologize
for the actions of my contemporaries.
I’m afraid they were quite drunk
on the wine of living.
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a multiple Pushcart nominee with over 1,600 poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review.
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The envelopes piling up on the credenza,
a daily ritual every afternoon
of dumping from the mailbox to the top of the desk.
Out of sight, out of mind they say.
Having fun, feeling free with friends,
enjoying life to the fullest meant
barely a thought given to the duties of adulthood.
The distraction of coffee, a record playing or a good movie
always drawing her away to a better place than what was around her.
Not that it couldn’t be better.
She didn’t know how or want to acknowledge her inadequacies
staring her in the face each time she walked by the roll top.
She never excelled at math, couldn’t balance her check book and
never understood the value of money.
Always being reckless and not knowing she really should save.
Sadly, the day of personal reckoning finally came,
the sheriff’s insistent hammering at the front door.
“Ma’am, you’ve been served an eviction notice.”
it’s hard to make room
when the “right” position
is so deeply entrenched
in a firmly held belief
shocking the systems
of reasonable people
empathy takes a back seat
when the “right” position
is belligerently defended
fear of change
lack of compassion
rooted and shackled in tradition
all causing a blind following
of choosing the “right” position
… may they learn how to shift when necessary
“A three-week trip to India was a real shock to me. This country left a double impression in my soul. On the one hand, this is a magical fairy tale, motley and bright, and on the other, beggarly neighborhoods, areas and entire cities, on the streets of which hundreds of thousands of homeless people live. Looking at the faces of these people, I decided to make a series of portraits in order to shed true light on how the majority of the population of India lives. Most of the people I shot never saw a camera in their life, and what was their surprise when they saw their portrait on the displays. Such sincere delight, I have not met for a long time … Their faces are illuminated by a smile, eyes glowing with happiness, all this and much more should serve as an example for modern society. After all, no matter what, people living in poverty are still able to enjoy the little things … “– tells traveler photographer Roberto Pazzi (Roberto Pazzi).
she lived a hard life
weathered and yet beautiful
soul etched in her skin
I just love the flow and structure of Murray’s words. The image just reinforces the beautiful nature of life. Bravo!
solid ground my feet have found, i've come to believe this air is good in spring, it's good after it rains i am water; it is in my flesh, permits my thoughts. and we are all swimmers, and we swim through time, the river always flows, and takes our bones, when we are due do not fear the river, time is and will be, and we can drift and float quite beautifully
so much beauty in agitation
in volatility and calm
of death and rebirth
all is seemingly fluid
with rigidity in the resolve
of living and expression
how we capture meaning
dependent on what
intermingles with us
“Pain exists. And you’ll experience pain whether you want to or not. You’ll suffer, you’ll cry, and most of those things that don’t kill will make you wish they did.” He’s not wrong.
Cristian was one of the first writers I encountered when I started my blog in Dec 2017. I immediately started following because I liked his writing style and content, still do. He writes with conviction. And he shares truths with his audience. Doesn’t hold back or blow smoke up your butt. Enjoy. 🙂
One of my favorite poems is Invictus by William Ernest Henley. The story behind the poem is also impressive: Henley contracted tuberculosis of the bone when he was 13. At age 17, physicians had to amputate one of his legs.
Yet he wrote that:
“In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.”
We often say (or think) that life’s not fair, that life’s complicated. We always seem to spend more time dreaming than trying to achieve those dreams. But the thing is that life’s pretty simple: you live or you survive, and either way you’ll die.
And it’s entirely up to you.
But it’s so damn hard to live, especially in this modern age, when everything is moving so fast. It’s so easy to put your life on auto-pilot, to do the same things…
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just being human
gives you the power
an ability, albeit unconsciously
are you even aware of this gift
influence affects you and others
see great characters emerging
personal development impacted
behaviors redirected maybe
it shapes policies
hoping attitudes will improve
for gained greatness within
with viewpoints in check
swaying lives that hang in the balance
hoping poor habits can change
their evolution impacted positively
helping find a way towards more caring
without us even knowing, not always for good
tread carefully with this power
who, why, how and what you affect
it could haunt you or lift your spirits
not gonna lie
this limited life experience
gives us some happiness
feeling free in our youth
fun with our friends
getting our bearings
but it’s not always so
we aren’t always so lucky
as evidenced in monstrous curve balls
the older we get
the harder it becomes
to navigate in some semblance of peace
happiness eludes us
negligible moments of comfort
in between the waves of pain
as contentedness is yearned
survival and self-preservation
locks in and takes hold of us
we despair and hope for ease
uttering a cry to be left unharmed
to remain untouched by the sorrows of life
looking back on it all
happiness is elusive and fleeting
the joys felt just dull the anguish
life is hard
life isn’t pretty
but when it’s filled with love, it’s better.