Category Thoughts about change
What is There to Lose?
~~~~~ Soldier straight, Their brother stands, Their sister stands. While they reach out Their untouched hands. We step beneath Their outstretched arms, Unable to imagine all Myriad and costly harms. Cost of life, of hope, in pain Dwarfing any envisioned gain Humankind is anything but kind. We need but look to find Animal, vegetable and […]
Will Always Be
~~~~ Does your life feel like a Mobius strip, An infinitely endless high wire? Never getting anywhere, still you trip. Or like a spiral, going lower, climbing higher? Perhaps, the spiral of a hypnotist’s disc? Do you fall off one watching the other? Lost in tawdry mystery, unwilling to risk Diving into the deep end, […]
If Never I Would Leave You
This should be sung to the tune of If Ever I Would Leave You, from Camelot. Should be featured in the new musical, Scamelot. If ever I got impeached, It would crash the market. Really crash the market, As only I know. My hair streaked with sunlight, While flips said my name, My face full […]
I Wonder Why?
A steely gray the sky today, Ocean full of sand in foam. I wonder why? I ask the sky, When I would stay and play, In yon starry depths to roam. When nighttime lingers nigh, How might I wend my way? No help from a massy tome. Should I flee, or would I fly? Ashen […]
Can I?
When I was young, I was wise; It’s all leaked out of my head. School poked the hole, I surmise. Can I put it back in, ere I’m dead? ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings and opinions Brent Harris Fine Art […]
I Wonder?
What would I do with me, without you? Do any of us know what would be true? More than I was, less than I have been, A piece of me missing, no nib in my pen. Scratching at life but leaving no mark, Like rubbing two sticks, without spark. Words are too weak, should I […]
Nothing Real
Today is like most other days Chores, a drive, then waiting, Waiting for this or that among Strangers and semi-strangers And then you find you have Misplaced a day, a date and Wonder how you missed it, Though it saw you. What if It were the most important Day you have ever lived or will? […]
Be a Child
Oh, to be a child again, Not knowing very much. Using magic, no word or pen; Most adults can no longer touch Poets, dreamers, no citation, The mad and sacred artists know; Close their eyes and touch creation. Childlike, they are able to alter the flow.
Could Be
Wishing can work just like magic, Depending on your focus and intent. Careful, it could end up being tragic, Wonder how you got where you went. I’d love to hear what you think. I get very few replies, but I’ve never understood why.
Change, Not Merely
Watching Hockney’s moving landscape wall; Startled by images of dead birds, morphing. Speaks of the seasons the landscapes portray And the ever-fluid nature of nature, of life. We speak of capturing magic in a bottle. Our vain attempt to seize everlasting life. Rendered here in pixels, moving, shifting; We find a vision which reminds us […]
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