the boy stood at the water's edge,
then lay down facing forward.
every ripple, every wave,
a counterpoint to the trees
soaring above as sentinels.
he concentrated. first, one ripple,
then another; still, dozens more
followed suit as waves rising up with
images of his life yet to come,
and the varied permutations
resulting from his choices.
soon, it became a cacophony of
confusion, until a single tone rang
out, resonating from the wooden
flute he skillfully wielded. the array
of images resolved into one, though
at the expense of his soaring hopes.
for now he tasted of the price he must
pay to set the world to rights.
4 April 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
Showing posts with label Narrative. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Narrative. Show all posts
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
ordinary muse
an ordinary moment
a plastic cup of milk
breathing in the stillness
ignoring what I feel.
the tv sits forgotten
the phone done for the day
the books beg for attention
they have something to say.
artistry incumbent
pregnant with latent zeal
now waits for its unveiling
when all will be revealed.
scraps of vagrant paper
clothes not put away
a washer full of dishes
a desk in disarray.
the muse of ordinary
the song of normal life
free from scripted falsehood
brimming full of life.
31 March 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
a plastic cup of milk
breathing in the stillness
ignoring what I feel.
the tv sits forgotten
the phone done for the day
the books beg for attention
they have something to say.
artistry incumbent
pregnant with latent zeal
now waits for its unveiling
when all will be revealed.
scraps of vagrant paper
clothes not put away
a washer full of dishes
a desk in disarray.
the muse of ordinary
the song of normal life
free from scripted falsehood
brimming full of life.
31 March 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
Saturday, March 21, 2009
of where, I do not know
just around the corner lies a
vista undiscovered. walk
with me through the stand
of ancient trees to unveil
the isolation of my heart.
in the deeply recessed glen
grass and poppies drape the
clearing like a field of colored
candies longing for my touch,
only to withdraw at my glance.
the fauna wilts away under
the covering of my shadow
until only barren dirt and twigs
remain, a reminder of what might
have been, of what now remains.
21 March 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
vista undiscovered. walk
with me through the stand
of ancient trees to unveil
the isolation of my heart.
in the deeply recessed glen
grass and poppies drape the
clearing like a field of colored
candies longing for my touch,
only to withdraw at my glance.
the fauna wilts away under
the covering of my shadow
until only barren dirt and twigs
remain, a reminder of what might
have been, of what now remains.
21 March 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
when reality awakens the dreamer
just an ordinary boy,
quietly unassuming,
ignored by all the rest
unless they thought to
mock him and make fun.
he dreamed of growing up,
of becoming a somebody,
of marrying a girl,
of raising his own kids
and working hard.
he prayed everyday for
the woman he would marry.
he asked God to bless her
and keep her safe so that
they would meet in due time.
at the age of twenty-one the
dream was shattered by
reality. the boy awoke to
realize he would never marry,
so he stopped praying for
someone who doesn't exist.
21 March 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
quietly unassuming,
ignored by all the rest
unless they thought to
mock him and make fun.
he dreamed of growing up,
of becoming a somebody,
of marrying a girl,
of raising his own kids
and working hard.
he prayed everyday for
the woman he would marry.
he asked God to bless her
and keep her safe so that
they would meet in due time.
at the age of twenty-one the
dream was shattered by
reality. the boy awoke to
realize he would never marry,
so he stopped praying for
someone who doesn't exist.
21 March 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
Sunday, January 04, 2009
when love lays down its life
Drifting in and out of what she's always known.
Singing quietly while snowflakes coat her hair.
Offering her arms outstretched, a warm embrace.
She huddles closely to his fur; he licks her face.
Vaguely she can hear a distant siren wail.
Closely he whines and barks and wakes her still.
Opening her eyes again she faintly sees
The memories of her puppy as they played with glee.
Drops of tears out from his eyes awaken her.
He huddles closely as strange men now appear.
They pick her up into a stretcher as she cries,
"Don't leave my puppy." And they said, "He saved your life."
"So save his too." But there was nothing they could do.
"Your faithful labrador gave his life for you."
She wept aloud and as they worked the puppy died.
But not before he looked again into her eyes.
The love between them spanned the years that they had known.
The faithful dog ensured that she would live and grow.
4 January 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
Singing quietly while snowflakes coat her hair.
Offering her arms outstretched, a warm embrace.
She huddles closely to his fur; he licks her face.
Vaguely she can hear a distant siren wail.
Closely he whines and barks and wakes her still.
Opening her eyes again she faintly sees
The memories of her puppy as they played with glee.
Drops of tears out from his eyes awaken her.
He huddles closely as strange men now appear.
They pick her up into a stretcher as she cries,
"Don't leave my puppy." And they said, "He saved your life."
"So save his too." But there was nothing they could do.
"Your faithful labrador gave his life for you."
She wept aloud and as they worked the puppy died.
But not before he looked again into her eyes.
The love between them spanned the years that they had known.
The faithful dog ensured that she would live and grow.
4 January 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Sound Their Horns
Silver rain in winter falls
Anthems shadow ancient halls
Tow’ring spires o’er windswept plains
Watchmen sound their horns.
Broken dreams paint silence red
Flags aloft display their dread
Whisp’ring tears call forth the deep
Watchmen sound their horns.
Who has heard the desp’rate calls?
Who has come from thund’ring falls?
Knights unknown in raiment dark
Out of the depths they rise from ash.
Flames and waters flood their path
Sword and shield meet hellish wrath
Tales of old they now survive
Watchmen sound their horns.
Born in days whence shadow fled
Born of songs in books not read
Scribes foretold the warriors’ creed
The coming of the Guardian’s Fold.
29 November 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
Anthems shadow ancient halls
Tow’ring spires o’er windswept plains
Watchmen sound their horns.
Broken dreams paint silence red
Flags aloft display their dread
Whisp’ring tears call forth the deep
Watchmen sound their horns.
Who has heard the desp’rate calls?
Who has come from thund’ring falls?
Knights unknown in raiment dark
Out of the depths they rise from ash.
Flames and waters flood their path
Sword and shield meet hellish wrath
Tales of old they now survive
Watchmen sound their horns.
Born in days whence shadow fled
Born of songs in books not read
Scribes foretold the warriors’ creed
The coming of the Guardian’s Fold.
29 November 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
Saturday, November 22, 2008
price of liberty
torn sails whip in the wind,
talismans forlorn whispering
secrets aft and fore, but never amidships.
the vessel lists to port.
gaping holes spew fire and smoke.
its crew embraces the balm of an icy tomb.
starry skies observe the peril.
the full moon casts its eye on the
blood red sea, pearl and scarlet vagabonds.
whispers in the lesser light,
memories quickly fade by dawn;
artisans of subterfuge forgotten.
the songs of that night fade into anonymity.
condemned to hiding, remembered no more.
lyrics of heroism never known.
the laying down of their lives
so that those who suspect it not
may live theirs in liberty.
22 November 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
talismans forlorn whispering
secrets aft and fore, but never amidships.
the vessel lists to port.
gaping holes spew fire and smoke.
its crew embraces the balm of an icy tomb.
starry skies observe the peril.
the full moon casts its eye on the
blood red sea, pearl and scarlet vagabonds.
whispers in the lesser light,
memories quickly fade by dawn;
artisans of subterfuge forgotten.
the songs of that night fade into anonymity.
condemned to hiding, remembered no more.
lyrics of heroism never known.
the laying down of their lives
so that those who suspect it not
may live theirs in liberty.
22 November 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
where ships go to die
into the west the schooner sails,
away the gull, away my heart.
beyond all hope of silent moon,
the stars alight on minstrel's tune.
they dance amid celestial joy;
they sing out into the void.
shining bright, piercing the night,
on minstrel's tune, the stars alight.
harvest moon tracks restless sea,
it's every ripple, wave and plea.
within the plunging depths below,
untold mysteries remain unknown.
a cloak of fog enshrouds the ship.
strange noises whisper, here and there.
voices of memory rise and fall
as schooner sails into the pall.
the morning greets the sun anew,
much to the joy of schooner's crew.
they had sailed into the west
and now they've found their final rest.
24 September 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
away the gull, away my heart.
beyond all hope of silent moon,
the stars alight on minstrel's tune.
they dance amid celestial joy;
they sing out into the void.
shining bright, piercing the night,
on minstrel's tune, the stars alight.
harvest moon tracks restless sea,
it's every ripple, wave and plea.
within the plunging depths below,
untold mysteries remain unknown.
a cloak of fog enshrouds the ship.
strange noises whisper, here and there.
voices of memory rise and fall
as schooner sails into the pall.
the morning greets the sun anew,
much to the joy of schooner's crew.
they had sailed into the west
and now they've found their final rest.
24 September 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
Friday, September 05, 2008
the wind and its prey
the wind twisted out of his grasp.
it slapped him across the face and soared high above.
strange that he smiled, don't you think?
his wizened face remembered
and then he vowed to claim as his own
the name of the wind.
and then he soared too, cloak spread wide.
he chased the wind, calling it by name.
but the wind fled, releasing countermeasures of mystery.
they flew high only for a moment,
and then dove for the trees,
ancient and inviting with upstretched peril.
the wind fled with abandon through branch and bramble.
the predator pursued despite the sure pain,
but all that mattered was to catch the wind
and claim it as his own, never to rescind.
so, he followed hard after his quarry
and despite the blood and rain,
he cornered the wind within a sealed hollow.
he called out its name and charmed it to come close.
and closely it came as he claimed its na--
too quickly it fled, then sealed him inside
the hollow without wind, the tomb with no name.
and for all of time he stared in dismay.
5 September 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
it slapped him across the face and soared high above.
strange that he smiled, don't you think?
his wizened face remembered
and then he vowed to claim as his own
the name of the wind.
and then he soared too, cloak spread wide.
he chased the wind, calling it by name.
but the wind fled, releasing countermeasures of mystery.
they flew high only for a moment,
and then dove for the trees,
ancient and inviting with upstretched peril.
the wind fled with abandon through branch and bramble.
the predator pursued despite the sure pain,
but all that mattered was to catch the wind
and claim it as his own, never to rescind.
so, he followed hard after his quarry
and despite the blood and rain,
he cornered the wind within a sealed hollow.
he called out its name and charmed it to come close.
and closely it came as he claimed its na--
too quickly it fled, then sealed him inside
the hollow without wind, the tomb with no name.
and for all of time he stared in dismay.
5 September 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
Friday, June 27, 2008
when dragons weep
when silence climbs with silken wind
upon the parapet of stone
the molten arcs of fire and gem
enshroud a visage of sinew and bone.
when thunder speaks in tender tones,
an undercurrent of memories,
the sharpened teeth gleam in delight
with the hope of a wondrous feast.
beyond the view of towering peaks,
down in the shade of deep ravines,
a secret voice of fraility
whispers a song under the wind.
when whispers climb with silken wind
upon the parapet of stone
the molten arcs of fire and gem
turn into tears of ancient bones.
when thunder weeps in tender shame,
an undercurrent of memories,
the glistening eyes recall the names
of those he ate over the years.
beyond the view of towering peaks
down in the shade of deep ravines,
a secret voice of fraility
weeps with his son, both dragon beasts.
27 June 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
upon the parapet of stone
the molten arcs of fire and gem
enshroud a visage of sinew and bone.
when thunder speaks in tender tones,
an undercurrent of memories,
the sharpened teeth gleam in delight
with the hope of a wondrous feast.
beyond the view of towering peaks,
down in the shade of deep ravines,
a secret voice of fraility
whispers a song under the wind.
when whispers climb with silken wind
upon the parapet of stone
the molten arcs of fire and gem
turn into tears of ancient bones.
when thunder weeps in tender shame,
an undercurrent of memories,
the glistening eyes recall the names
of those he ate over the years.
beyond the view of towering peaks
down in the shade of deep ravines,
a secret voice of fraility
weeps with his son, both dragon beasts.
27 June 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
Thursday, June 26, 2008
source to sea
high in the rarified atmosphere
the frozen tundra began to melt
slowly against the glare of the
burning summer sun, so relentless
in blazing fury, so penetrating
in firey warmth.
a trickle of melted snow wound
through the circuitous route
of rock and crag, ravine and
hollow, meeting together
with another trickle, and yet
another still
until, as one, they formed
a gentle gurgling stream
rushing through the
subterranean depths, twisting
and turning, until their gathered force
bubbled out into the open under
the canopy of the dense rainforest
as a vibrant flow of purity.
on they flowed under the watchful
eyes of towering old growth and myriad
fauna and creatures of the wood.
they gathered strength through depth and
width, their collective speed mounting in
a race down hill until together they reached
the abyss--
and they fell.
in a spray of beautiful abandon they leapt
off the cliff into the unknown,
trying to cling to each other, but being
pulled apart until over 650 feet below
they thunderously gathered in a pool of
cacophonous serenity.
rest was well deserved, but only fleeting,
their attention drawn to yet another
journey downhill, gurgling, wondering,
hoping, fearing the distant rumble of
waters great.
and indeed they saw the source and enormity
of the powerfully flowing river as they entered
its flow for the first time, a small trickle penetrating
an aged tide, inexorably drawn to yet another great
unknown.
through current and undercurrent, subcurrent
and gusting winds above, they flowed in restless
dissonance with the great river to its destination.
where might they be headed? what will become
of their gathering? why are they here?
on they journeyed, now becoming accustomed
to the gathered and conflicted strength
of their newfound flow. yet, some time later,
they sensed a change in the air. it was cooler,
it harbored a wildness. the flow seemed more
chaotic as together they plunged forward into
greater depths, like a flow being forced through
a funnel out into a massive body of water.
and, indeed, they met for the first time, the great
ocean of salt and sea, wild and cavernous, the greatest
of all the seas.
it was there that they said their goodbyes,
realizing that it was time to part ways.
with sad resolve they waved, as in the murky depths
they were pulled apart to destinations yet-to-be
determined. alone, but not afraid. well, maybe a little.
maybe a lot. cold depths have that effect on new arrivals,
but not for too long as they form new alliances
in their quest to flow unhindered on their journey to
distant ports of call.
26 June 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
the frozen tundra began to melt
slowly against the glare of the
burning summer sun, so relentless
in blazing fury, so penetrating
in firey warmth.
a trickle of melted snow wound
through the circuitous route
of rock and crag, ravine and
hollow, meeting together
with another trickle, and yet
another still
until, as one, they formed
a gentle gurgling stream
rushing through the
subterranean depths, twisting
and turning, until their gathered force
bubbled out into the open under
the canopy of the dense rainforest
as a vibrant flow of purity.
on they flowed under the watchful
eyes of towering old growth and myriad
fauna and creatures of the wood.
they gathered strength through depth and
width, their collective speed mounting in
a race down hill until together they reached
the abyss--
and they fell.
in a spray of beautiful abandon they leapt
off the cliff into the unknown,
trying to cling to each other, but being
pulled apart until over 650 feet below
they thunderously gathered in a pool of
cacophonous serenity.
rest was well deserved, but only fleeting,
their attention drawn to yet another
journey downhill, gurgling, wondering,
hoping, fearing the distant rumble of
waters great.
and indeed they saw the source and enormity
of the powerfully flowing river as they entered
its flow for the first time, a small trickle penetrating
an aged tide, inexorably drawn to yet another great
unknown.
through current and undercurrent, subcurrent
and gusting winds above, they flowed in restless
dissonance with the great river to its destination.
where might they be headed? what will become
of their gathering? why are they here?
on they journeyed, now becoming accustomed
to the gathered and conflicted strength
of their newfound flow. yet, some time later,
they sensed a change in the air. it was cooler,
it harbored a wildness. the flow seemed more
chaotic as together they plunged forward into
greater depths, like a flow being forced through
a funnel out into a massive body of water.
and, indeed, they met for the first time, the great
ocean of salt and sea, wild and cavernous, the greatest
of all the seas.
it was there that they said their goodbyes,
realizing that it was time to part ways.
with sad resolve they waved, as in the murky depths
they were pulled apart to destinations yet-to-be
determined. alone, but not afraid. well, maybe a little.
maybe a lot. cold depths have that effect on new arrivals,
but not for too long as they form new alliances
in their quest to flow unhindered on their journey to
distant ports of call.
26 June 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
Saturday, May 10, 2008
the eviction
darkness seethed in the corner,
huddled silently against the wooden post
as into its space crept the
encroaching sunlight.
an abandoned spider web came to his aid,
casting lattice shadows
in a vain attempt to forestall
the inevitable violation.
two rats twitched their noses in horror.
quickly they retreated into the rotted hole
masked by darkness' remaining influence--
and not a moment too soon.
sunlight crept inexorably closer, and with it,
warmth. dreaded, loathsome warmth, with its
inexplicably cheery disposition.
darkness shuddered.
with veiled eyes hidden in web and shadow,
darkness prepared to launch a vicious attack
on its unwelcome interlocuter; poised for battle,
ready to strike.
and then suddenly the door opened
and with it came horror of all horrors,
the dreaded evil cleaning lady.
"Rise and shine!" she cheerfully exclaimed.
"Time to make this a home fit for living
once again, beginning with this deep, dark closet!
Hmm. What's this? Webs all about? No more!"
With that darkness screamed
as her broom moved to the attack,
brushing away years of precious webs,
and letting in horrible piercing light,
while singing, "The Hills Are Alive!"
"Arrrgh!" came the silent scream of darkness
as he dispersed into the crevices
from which he had come so many years before,
in the time of distant sorrow not entirely forgotten.
The two rats checked out of their abode that very day,
complaining of a sudden change in hospitality,
but realizing that the new management did not
seem to sympathize with their plight.
10 May 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
huddled silently against the wooden post
as into its space crept the
encroaching sunlight.
an abandoned spider web came to his aid,
casting lattice shadows
in a vain attempt to forestall
the inevitable violation.
two rats twitched their noses in horror.
quickly they retreated into the rotted hole
masked by darkness' remaining influence--
and not a moment too soon.
sunlight crept inexorably closer, and with it,
warmth. dreaded, loathsome warmth, with its
inexplicably cheery disposition.
darkness shuddered.
with veiled eyes hidden in web and shadow,
darkness prepared to launch a vicious attack
on its unwelcome interlocuter; poised for battle,
ready to strike.
and then suddenly the door opened
and with it came horror of all horrors,
the dreaded evil cleaning lady.
"Rise and shine!" she cheerfully exclaimed.
"Time to make this a home fit for living
once again, beginning with this deep, dark closet!
Hmm. What's this? Webs all about? No more!"
With that darkness screamed
as her broom moved to the attack,
brushing away years of precious webs,
and letting in horrible piercing light,
while singing, "The Hills Are Alive!"
"Arrrgh!" came the silent scream of darkness
as he dispersed into the crevices
from which he had come so many years before,
in the time of distant sorrow not entirely forgotten.
The two rats checked out of their abode that very day,
complaining of a sudden change in hospitality,
but realizing that the new management did not
seem to sympathize with their plight.
10 May 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
Monday, December 17, 2007
and the rain fell
and the rain fell upon
the shadowed waters, potholes
hidden amid concrete
towers rising tall.
and the wind blew against
the huddled figures, barely
hidden beneath cardboard
boxes freezing cold.
and the pain gnawed behind
the weathered faces, weeping
hidden within shadows
deep in broken hearts.
and the rain fell.
17 December 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
the shadowed waters, potholes
hidden amid concrete
towers rising tall.
and the wind blew against
the huddled figures, barely
hidden beneath cardboard
boxes freezing cold.
and the pain gnawed behind
the weathered faces, weeping
hidden within shadows
deep in broken hearts.
and the rain fell.
17 December 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
Saturday, June 09, 2007
of memories faded
she greeted me happily, then greeted me
again; still once more she greeted me as
if we had just reunited, happy she was to
see me. full of memories past, although
less so in the present, yet happy all the
same to see me, "Hello!" she exclaimed!
10 June 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
again; still once more she greeted me as
if we had just reunited, happy she was to
see me. full of memories past, although
less so in the present, yet happy all the
same to see me, "Hello!" she exclaimed!
10 June 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
a day in the life, give or take a moment or two
sleeping
alarm
sleep
alarm
*gonna show them*
snooze button
alarm
*grr*
snooze button
alarm
strike clock
stretch/moan
pray
wake
pray more
rise and pray
prepare and pray
open door
close door
lock door
descend stairs
stop
ascend stairs
check door
descend stairs
walk to car
disable car alarm
enter car
ignition
depart lot
listen to music
sing along
do the motions if people are watching
red light
green
yellow
that was close
enter lot
unlock door
disable alarm
turn on fans
turn on radio
turn on lights
open sign
open bay door
dispatch installers
open garbage dumpster
close garbage dumpster
phone calls
patrol lot for grafitti and garbage
backdoor bell
sign parcels
front door bell
help customers
phone calls
clean bathrooms
lunch at home
rearrange warehouse
vacuum showfloor
put samples away
front door bell
greet new customers
check samples out to them
phone calls
fax dispatch list
spray weeds
sit and write
nod off
phone call
prepare to leave
say bye
open door
close door
walk to car
disable car alarm
ignition
depart lot
red light
green
yellow
that was close
enter lot
unlock door
walk to building
ascend stairs
unlock door
open door
close door
lock door
sit down
turn on computer
post blog
check email
phone calls
eat too
prepare
set alarm
read
sleep
2 May 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
Herein resides the skeletal essentials of a typical workday for me, give or take a moment or two and peppered throughout by an ongoing conversation with the Lord.
alarm
sleep
alarm
*gonna show them*
snooze button
alarm
*grr*
snooze button
alarm
strike clock
stretch/moan
pray
wake
pray more
rise and pray
prepare and pray
open door
close door
lock door
descend stairs
stop
ascend stairs
check door
descend stairs
walk to car
disable car alarm
enter car
ignition
depart lot
listen to music
sing along
do the motions if people are watching
red light
green
yellow
that was close
enter lot
unlock door
disable alarm
turn on fans
turn on radio
turn on lights
open sign
open bay door
dispatch installers
open garbage dumpster
close garbage dumpster
phone calls
patrol lot for grafitti and garbage
backdoor bell
sign parcels
front door bell
help customers
phone calls
clean bathrooms
lunch at home
rearrange warehouse
vacuum showfloor
put samples away
front door bell
greet new customers
check samples out to them
phone calls
fax dispatch list
spray weeds
sit and write
nod off
phone call
prepare to leave
say bye
open door
close door
walk to car
disable car alarm
ignition
depart lot
red light
green
yellow
that was close
enter lot
unlock door
walk to building
ascend stairs
unlock door
open door
close door
lock door
sit down
turn on computer
post blog
check email
phone calls
eat too
prepare
set alarm
read
sleep
2 May 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
Herein resides the skeletal essentials of a typical workday for me, give or take a moment or two and peppered throughout by an ongoing conversation with the Lord.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
They Know Each Other, Somehow
The old man looks in the young boy's eyes.
The young boy stares back as if to realize
They know each other.
Somehow.
The old man remembers the dreams of old.
The young boy dreams of memories yet on hold.
They know each other.
Somehow.
The old man wonders what's in store for this boy.
The young boy ponders where this man found his joy.
They know each other.
Somehow.
The young boy looks in the old man's eyes.
The old man stares back as he cries.
They know each other.
Somehow.
The old man is a life soon to come.
The young boy is gone now, replaced in sum
By a young man,
Somehow.
The young man remembers the dreams he once had.
He cries at the memories both wonderful and sad.
He dares to dream again.
Somehow.
The young man looks back and then looks forward.
He feels the dreams of the boy behind prod him onward
to the memories that await him.
Somehow.
6 July 2002 by Glen Alan Woods
The young boy stares back as if to realize
They know each other.
Somehow.
The old man remembers the dreams of old.
The young boy dreams of memories yet on hold.
They know each other.
Somehow.
The old man wonders what's in store for this boy.
The young boy ponders where this man found his joy.
They know each other.
Somehow.
The young boy looks in the old man's eyes.
The old man stares back as he cries.
They know each other.
Somehow.
The old man is a life soon to come.
The young boy is gone now, replaced in sum
By a young man,
Somehow.
The young man remembers the dreams he once had.
He cries at the memories both wonderful and sad.
He dares to dream again.
Somehow.
The young man looks back and then looks forward.
He feels the dreams of the boy behind prod him onward
to the memories that await him.
Somehow.
6 July 2002 by Glen Alan Woods
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Aesthetic of Discernment
She peered out through window, the blinders parted just enough
For her to see the fading sunlight turn to red.
She sighed at its poignant beauty as she wondered at its cause
Until the snowflakes began meandering from above.
Her heart skipped a beat for a moment; something was amiss
So she reached for the door to take a look outside.
The noise of a distant waterfall assaulted her ears,
But she knew that it did not make any sense.
The volume of the roar, incongruous with the snow,
Caused her to turn around and smell the towering flames.
The ashes fell upon her as the inferno soared above.
The poignant beauty consuming all in its wake.
She ran away with haste, tears pouring down her face
In gratitude for her survival from the flames.
Thankful for being curious, she learned perceptions can deceive.
So she determined to nurture the aesthetic of discernment.
February 8, 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
For her to see the fading sunlight turn to red.
She sighed at its poignant beauty as she wondered at its cause
Until the snowflakes began meandering from above.
Her heart skipped a beat for a moment; something was amiss
So she reached for the door to take a look outside.
The noise of a distant waterfall assaulted her ears,
But she knew that it did not make any sense.
The volume of the roar, incongruous with the snow,
Caused her to turn around and smell the towering flames.
The ashes fell upon her as the inferno soared above.
The poignant beauty consuming all in its wake.
She ran away with haste, tears pouring down her face
In gratitude for her survival from the flames.
Thankful for being curious, she learned perceptions can deceive.
So she determined to nurture the aesthetic of discernment.
February 8, 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
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