Poetry – Page 21 – Picking Up Roots

Weight

don't shirk the weight
of living a good life -
        it is the heavier path

Stolen Gifts

the greatest gift given
can be stolen in a moment,
it does not matter
the sweetness of the soul;

Fate marches to the beat
of its own drum,
cutting time short
where it sees fit;

so little
is within our control,
make sure to put living
into your life

Shorelines

waves crash
upon the shore,
their rhythmic thunder
soothes the soul;

give me a rocky coastline
prepared to withstand
life's onslaught

over a sandy beach
more liable
to be swallowed
by the tides,

I find peace
in the steady resilience
of the rocks