poetry – Page 107 – Picking Up Roots

Quiet Moments

we are all broken:
so many of life's damages
are self-inflicted
through the noise 
we let into our lives -

we must seek out
our quiet moments;
find stillness
to be alone with ourselves
facing down our thoughts
and the demons of our minds;

we must make peace with silence
to allow ourselves to heal

Upset

a bruise rests upon the horizon
in the half-light of storm;
a ceiling of midnight blue,
brushed with deep purple
encompasses the world

the sky aches,
its pain explodes upon us
in heavy droplets of tears -

Nature is upset

Wanting Dreams

I want that deep blue-green
of oceanside that feeds my soul,
and the smell of the salt
that rides the wind;
I want the soothing calm of the waves
lapping upon the rocks,
and the music of the birds
at the break of day;
I want the stillness of the night 
echoing across the bay,
and that feeling of place,
that I've come home
              do I want too much
              what is life without dreams