Tuesday, February 12, 2013

shift












sometimes ...
when one is not looking, 
not paying close enough attention
a shift occurs 
a shift in the earth beneath your feet
a shift in the focus & light gleaning into the circus kaleidoscope 
the colors mute and bleed, leaving one
less full 
shapes can not be determined, purple becomes blue becomes green becomes
grey
puzzling 
over the events that could crash about one in puddles & shards of emptiness
the fog rolls in cold & hollow - veiling the light
the indigo bubbles fail to rise and your soul is left
in a labyrinth of regret & desire
circling as a thin, grey wolf would 
hunt: solitary & famished
empty
how does one keep striving in the shift 
how does one believe in the power of .... love
darkness aches for the wound in the soul 
and yet .....
there is a smell ....
earth & moistness 
something alive and new ....
really  ?
or is it merely another trick of the kaleidoscope 
shake it

hard

close your eyes and listen ....
there.

1 comment:

  1. It is a great idea to shake the kaleidoscope. It is hard to keep believing but what other choice is there, ever? Wonderful, Susie.

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