Is it this situation, out of hand,
Where the world is wrong making
Plenty of tension, anxiety, no escape?
Playing on emotions deeply
Currying favor with the violence
Held at bay, so forbidden, hidden.
An open hand when the instinct
Offers up a fist, a calm insistent,
Instead of a horrid scream, hiss.
What are these breaking sounds
Within the heart, the mind, what
Damage made while keeping kind.
Lay Lay By
The days trace themselves
Across the surface; straw, dirt,
Shelter, foliage, rock, hair, skin –
Leaving marks, weather, pass,
Time, months, past, again, ever,
Until the season goes, slippery,
No one knows if it will bring
Forth another day, hour, free –
Or if as the day goes by it may
Be the last lay by into eternity.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sometimes looking into the sun becomes a bright too clear, and the shadows impinge on vision. There can be beauty in the shadows, as well. We would not know the blessing of comfort did we not experience pain.
Today has been reflective, with missing those gone. Also, grief for all we have lost in this time of isolation. I bid you hope that all is more pleasant for you.
Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. I hope you will follow the site if you are new here, or that you may find your way back again.
As a prompt, face your feelings, explore what is within you at present. Create something that encompasses your emotion.