poetry – Page 70 – Picking Up Roots

Noise

a newly twisted mind
bent by voluminous distraction,
still hungers for substance;

what has happened
to the warm afternoon
where the silence stretches
into the farthest corners
providing room for the mind
to trip and tumble,
losing itself
in the depths of the thoughts
passing through;

when did we begin
to need this empty noise
to survive

The Whole

I am alright
this is just a moment,
another will come;

in some I'm ahead,
in more I'm behind,
no matter,
the next moment
is always on the horizon;

this one does not define me
on its own
nor will the next,
they are snapshots;

together -
with others -
I begin
to come into focus

Earning It

there's still so much to say
and we're always losing time,
silence and sweat
don't seem like enough
to convey the depth of this feeling;
maybe you know
because you've observed,
as you do,
from the edge of the fray;
I'm too slow to speak,
I fear the revelation of the soul
in the written word,
so I'll put it down here:
thank you
for showing me the way,
for loving me
with no strings attached;
you've made me
I'll keep trying
to make you 
proud