Thud!

Worlds come crashing down

Like sudden rain

Thud!

It makes me feel so petty

When the icecream container was half-empty

Not half full

And he couldn’t have asked

For what he says should be his already

Perhaps it should

But the key is courtesy

And knowing deep down we are the same

Or not so different

For those of us weighted wanderers

Our lack of wings prevents us from taking flight

For those who are short-lifed

Like Thud!

Whose light bones I will pack tight

Beneath the wet soil

Spirit so courteous

It slipped away before I re-entered the room

And while the smell of wet feathers remains

Stuck to your small frame

Thud! like other things has ended this week

But perhaps these things perpetuate

Reincarnate

In other forms and faces

We just see them differently when we know them

 

Drinking half-warm coke in the part

A friend told me she had always seen a person for whom nothing in life could be wrong

Rose and all

She saw an external image protected

In this world sometimes that glassy exterior is our only hope of survival

I don’t know if I felt grief

Or less that she no longer sees a girl with a rose and a smile

For whom nothing could go wrong

But that is life

Thud!

Our brittle-boned reality

Could change at any moment

For myself

I have my hope

All else may perish

But I cannot let go

This is more than who I am

The candle lit against the storm

Can’t Take That Away From Me :)

Every child who walks through my door

Vagabonds of discipline

Though mostly lack thereof

Here for change

But the fight for their own continuity

Good, bad or indetermined

Sometimes torn

At others they are the breakers

Break your ways

They try

Like every person

More entitled to their own way of thinking than yours

And they are victims (in their eyes)

In ways in which their every whim is not factual

And victims (in yours)

As you grieve and try to set boundaries for all the times

Others have not

And they’ve been allowed to keep their ways

Keep breaking

You wonder if they are refugees of a sort

For the scattering their histories and belongings

Never belonging

A transient kind of stranger

You try to keep close for long enough

To make a difference

I will try

I always come back with a smile

They can’t take that away from

Me

Graze (Greys)

Life is a grey area

A multitude of monochromes

What is right?

And what is wrong?

Situations get tangled and tight

and taunt me inside

Until I am  frayed and frail

I have an e-mail to write for work

The facts seem clear

He followed me

Opened doors

Stood looking down to frighten me

At one stage I would have taken any exit

A better way to die (dye?)

I remember the shade of the shutters

And his figure at the door

Everything so clear and straight-edged bright

Fear will do that to you

I am fighting the details I need to make a complaint

This sudden escalation

From lost shifts to secret, stern words to corners

I could not escape

I fear that

In other ways I see wrong and right as more a part of the same piece

The warnings I’ve contemplated

A blatant example

The need to ask questions I’m not sure I have the right to an answer for

I have heard one side of one piece

An inch of such complexity

They do not concern me directly

They do hurt my friends though

Their answers may though decide the measure of a man

Truth is important

I think I see it already in his guilt

It’s when you want to whisper

I see the brightness in you

Use your powers for good