Thursday, March 3, 2011

Streaks (with apologies to ee cummings)


the sun streaks across the sky removing the darkness
bringing clarity to the day; it shows the imperfections in my world

as i see life unfold around

there is much in this life, from the joys of birth
to the sorrows of death each event bringing new texture

each day filled with new memories

look to the sky; as man has always looked above, the streaks of life moving within the pressure vessels necessary to sustain it

always moving somewhere

tears, a product of life, streak down the cheeks
and remind of the fragility of our hearts

joy and sorrow

the heavens fill the night sky, as tiny streaks clog space between
the last fires of a rocks presence as it falls to earth

to renew the planet we guide

3 comments:

Jeannette said...

Tender ...and do you miss flying?

John said...

Thank you, and occasionally I miss flying; in the same sense I miss youth.

Kevin said...

Artful construction of lifes enduring collections

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