People

Victim of Circumstance

I could tell in few words
how living takes hold, and death curses existence.
I could tell in melody of aching empty.
I can convey feelings,
as sun brings her morning breath,
as star dreams in time –
all this sensed with a word.

but, I cannot change fate,
make sense of where sense is not made
Knowing this, feeling, helpless
in understanding all is how it births and dies for purpose –
I cannot bring the why to front
The sight and senselessness of life stopped short.

even in knowing short lives matter most and touch and pull
with unscathed beauty,
I still can’t tell of how I feel when it seems the sun settled too soon.

Death makes this sacrifice so we live – why I and not you?
This world was not for such innocence.
Does this make the living unworthy of death?

IW

 

 

Live On

I am grateful that,
Sometimes we just be.
No purpose to strive to,
no plan to adhere to
no goal to attain,
no ambition… just being –
a human being,
in a small time in space.
Until we can breathe
And walk on.

IW

Oceans Four

Forgo, Not Forgotten

I ponder how people see others 
In their reflections peering back
vibrating in frenzied pools.
Perceptions of themselves not
forgot. Forgo forgotten shores,
hands of circles in circles spiralling 
compulsions of self as self defined?
Can they see themselves in the hubris
of humanity?

Understanding another comes
in stillness of self, knowing circles
and patterns definitions as perceived.
Hand in hand – around
and around.                                    ~IW~