of seats reserved in auditoriums of farewell.
not so much to say. while the world is still turning - the sky is a little more grey. sometimes the noise of chaos gets so loud you simply long to hear silence. today that wish was granted. and yet, accompanied with sadness, the effect less than desired. so difficult - the letting go. memories cling like winter cold upon the ledge of sorrow. some offerings of smiles. some apologies for pain. an unrestrained cascade of contemplation. with option of what if removed, we find ourselves remanded to rooms of discontent. smothered by the alone. reminded of the insignificance of should. lost in the darkness of incomplete. alive - decided merely by the absence of dying...
{for Rosie - 12/09/2007-06/05/2020}
Thursday, November 15, 2018
film at 11.
another day of hurdles.
dead end alleys - lonely of even a whisper of commiseration. walls - un-climbable - splattered with the graffiti of why? regardless intentions of defeat. even armed with substance of prevail. we end up victim to incapable. and standing there - knees bent - eyes closed - heart humbled by the weight of our misfortune - we, from a place of instinct/survival - step behind our shields of sustain. indifference may not be suggested within the preface of our story - however, fitting backdrop for the reality of this chapter.
i will surrender -
allow silence to enter the realm of my consideration.
not that i've emptied the vat of thought.
rest assured there is chaos yet to corral -
imaginings to share -
inferences to propose.
in time.
just not tonight.
i would suggest,
however,
opinion kept in check.
sometimes more is said with silence than ramblings of un-intent.
perhaps a conversation -
cut short -
left fragments of suppose scattered along the floor of deliberation.
or,
possibly,
attention was not paid in full -
recipient left holding hands full of not quite enough.
so eagerly we hand out labels of indifference.
cast stones of unconcern.
yet fail to recognize our own misappropriation of bias -
fall victim to the malady of assume...
{for Rosie - 12/09/2007-06/05/2020}
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Thursday, November 15, 2018
film at 11.
another day of hurdles.
dead end alleys - lonely of even a whisper of commiseration. walls - un-climbable - splattered with the graffiti of why? regardless intentions of defeat. even armed with substance of prevail. we end up victim to incapable. and standing there - knees bent - eyes closed - heart humbled by the weight of our misfortune - we, from a place of instinct/survival - step behind our shields of sustain. indifference may not be suggested within the preface of our story - however, fitting backdrop for the reality of this chapter.
malady of assume
allow silence to enter the realm of my consideration.
not that i've emptied the vat of thought.
rest assured there is chaos yet to corral -
imaginings to share -
inferences to propose.
in time.
just not tonight.
i would suggest,
however,
opinion kept in check.
sometimes more is said with silence than ramblings of un-intent.
perhaps a conversation -
cut short -
left fragments of suppose scattered along the floor of deliberation.
or,
possibly,
attention was not paid in full -
recipient left holding hands full of not quite enough.
so eagerly we hand out labels of indifference.
cast stones of unconcern.
yet fail to recognize our own misappropriation of bias -
fall victim to the malady of assume...
