Walk, run, or dawdle
sit, breathe, and take a minute
moments don’t repeat
Hop, stop, cherish
Category: Unplugged
Oh, the fall
Tall, erect, in line
like our soldiers sent to war
except, more alive
Photo: Sunset by the Lake Burly Griffin, Canberra, Australia
Take a walk
sun-setting tree tops
and a cloud-covered moonshine
a heaven on earth
Photo: Sunset and moonrise over the Lake Ginninderra in Canberra, Australia
Walk me down the aisle
Dear dad,
as I walk down this aisle
with my eyes streaming
and my soul dreaming
my heart is filled with joy
with every step I take
freshness breezes through my hair
and a chillness numbs my knuckles
as I clench, I know it’s only fair
that you join me with chuckles
as twilight chases the winter noon
arm in arm, as father and child
dipping toes in a solitary lagoon
watching the sun set himself
down below in Down Under
dear dad, wish you were here
to walk with me down this aisle
as I move on to an all new home
P.S: I just relocated to Canberra, Australia, and this poem was inspired by this wonderful walkway.
Soldier, long gone
I look at you
once bright as dew
now frayed, tearing at the seams
a picture unlike any other it seems
beetle eyes gleaming through the glass
a spectacle for the students in my class
how well your brows curve crookedly
masking shadows of scheming wickedly
though just another memory to many
for your thoughts I’d offer more’n a penny
how you could while away your life
warring others’ battles without a strife
a proud son that faced his mother tall
and answered the motherland’s call
The Chaos Within 