Wisps of a mist of what I used to be. Barest of breaths of what I might have been. Lost to the ever quieter waters of yesteryear. Surrounded by now of what I have to own. Facing my broken vessels of my present view. My dreams, your dreams, of what could have been, Lost to … Continue reading What Could Have Been (with Audio File)
Author: ramblingsfromanunpavedmind
I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce talking about their past. Sometimes, their voices end up in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional readers. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal.
The Dawn in Me (with Audio File)
I sit alone after dawn and hear the bursting surrounding me.My eyes are closed, my soul has no barrier. There, a dove, cooing for her partnered one,Nearer, the wasp rasps and tests for the new home,Further, ole Sol, forcing renewed life on earth to grow, first green then in colors,Tulips, pears, daffodils, grass, burst forth … Continue reading The Dawn in Me (with Audio File)
Do Not Die before you are Dead (with Audio File)
Sycamore trees bent from the Northern press, whilst the lonely river freezes on the winding portion and white caps in the middle, our souls bent in the middle seeing the dawn of living tomorrow, feeling an end of our lives. Yet, the wind, nor the stream, nor the trees are concerned with an end, just … Continue reading Do Not Die before you are Dead (with Audio File)
Alone and Wanting the Dawn (with Audio File)
That first light of dawn, cold yet hopeful, I alone with the dawn, cold yet wanting, waiting for that growing brightness, slowly slowly peeking, above the all, wanting, wanting, and knowing it will be warmer, while I am still wanting. The sun, too, is alone, but is the source of all that is living, … Continue reading Alone and Wanting the Dawn (with Audio File)
A Bridge to Hearts (with Audio File)
That first touch, so long ago, that touch of a ring finger over the thumb, slowly, gently, with great caution. Guarded for rejection and recoil, your senses high. Wonder and fear all wrapped in one. So different from Momma who wrapped you up and loved you in one. Foreign land now. A horrid and fearful … Continue reading A Bridge to Hearts (with Audio File)
Mother Setting Your Future
From the quiet darkness of the void, my mother rose to me and told me, You cannot give yourself to despair, to loneliness to the worst of what mankind has to offer Keep to your own, knowing it is right, give nothing to the night. Listen to your heart, know your path, seek not … Continue reading Mother Setting Your Future
The Jealous One (with Audio File)
The one so filled with hate that he realizes not the fault he brought to his own life. The one so filled with envy that he realizes not the enemy himself. The little one, so lacking in life and love that he would destroy any that smile, laugh and sing ignoring him. The tiny one, … Continue reading The Jealous One (with Audio File)
Death After Birth (with Audio File)
And, I see the truth as it touches my heart, but confused by the devils' sights and sounds of destruction. I know the wrong. I feel the right. A gray does not exist, though lies are aplenty. If they want to kill the innocent, the ignorant, to further their power, they are not intelligent, but … Continue reading Death After Birth (with Audio File)
My Branch, My Piece of Heaven (with Audio File)
My Branch, My Piece of Heaven The sun ignores the leaves, while I tuck in a bough far above the ground. The old limb moves gently, slowly in the breeze. While I think of my life and how fresh I am. I see the grass below in lazy gaze, with my hands tucked neath my … Continue reading My Branch, My Piece of Heaven (with Audio File)
The First Breath, followed by the Last Breath
I did stand in awe of all that was lost to me, those last moments. A mother that did birth and love me, though her way was horrible in repair. A father that ran and denied me, though his life was truly his own. A small one that wonders if anyone sees him, loves him, … Continue reading The First Breath, followed by the Last Breath
