CSLC 2015 (walk on)

walk on

despite what fears may come

be it jesters or rejection

falling or failure

walk on

one foot, another, one, another

no matter what people say

be it compliment or contempt

stick or stone

walk on

one foot, another, one, another

despite what cheers may come

be they joyous or jeering

ovation or provocation

walk on

one foot, another, one, another

no matter what people bring

be they balms or bombs

slings or slings

walk on

one foot, another, one, another

despite what tears may come

be it mist or monsoon

flurry or flood

walk on

one foot, another, one, another

all these things will come

fears and cheers and tears

all these things will come

people build, people break

all these things will come

walk on

one foot, another, one, another

one another 

Magnetic Weekly II

Magnetic Weekly

Two lines of poetry were created on my cabinet this week.

Parabolem I: And then winter comes

When I think of winter, I am skating.

I shoot o’er smooth ice, a dart, a moment.

I turn, spin and dash long past sun’s fading.

When I think of winter, I make snowmen.

The snow sparkles, crunches as I roll balls.

Coal smiles, twigs wave on my icy humans.

When I think of winter, I deck the halls,

Wrap presents, sing songs. An end to waiting

Comes that bright morning. Peace, goodwill to all.

I dream of snuggling, hot chocolate in hand,

Watching flakes, like marshmallows, drift and dance

I dream of sleds whipping along the land.

Snow spraying, now bailing, downhill advance.

And then winter comes

I dread the dark, the early, endless night

Waking without seeing, sunless fumbling.

I dread icy patches hiding from sight.

Sliding, jerking, jolting, twisting, tumbling.

When I live in winter, I bow my head

To the whipping, biting wind. Ice inside

My lungs. My soul, my bones shaking with dread.

When I live in winter, I try to hide

In layers, but cold is all devouring.

Nostrils freeze, skin numbs, bites, burns when outside.

When I live in winter, I am scouring.

Flesh burns, freezes to make a path to tread.

When done, it snows. I flee crazed, cowering.