halls of waiting
halls of waitingunwithered in shadows
of themselves
my thoughts
gather
as one -- in
halls of waiting
I see back road
sometimes in mist
-- its valleys, plains
and hills
miles uncounted
I've no wish to know
in terms of
distance
what would it matter
-- that cognizance?
nothing -- naught
-----------------------------
unbidden -- memories flow
from thoughts' shadows
compelled to regard
-- them once again
lessons
yet in progress . . .
shine on screen of inner
vision
------------------------------
road ahead
-- a mystery
its curves
-- ditches -- and smooth places
for sailing free
Ah! but those bumps
-- those pesky bumps
bruised ego here
scratched elbow there
a smile from time to
time
more steps to climb
-- ungainly ladder
in
halls of waiting
where all thoughts eventually go
casting shadows
in the show
as reminders
-- it ain't over
not by long or
short shot
--------------------
infinity stretches
its rigid way
ahead
unused as yet --
infinity
looks like a wash
but it ain't
still there – watching
-- waiting to see
what choices will
be made – along separate
ways
original lines
spoken
as scenes change
-- et al?
what is left to
be said
-- acted out
in brevity of soliloquy
heard only by walls
in halls of waiting
that must have heard
same before
tired mortar of its
joints – yawning
for something
new
-----------------------
if now there is a place upon
Earth where there is memory
of a time without evil
I would find it -- see it
before I leave
to go to halls of waiting
and wait
for end of all endings
where circle
begins anew
------------------------
-- thoughts' shadows
do dance in darkness
not weary or worn
out
to a tune I taught them
on a hot summer's night
while we walked a narrow mountain
road -- with its ups and downs
-- carefully so as not to stub
a toe -- or trip while dancing
-------------------------
comes winter to each
life
hopefully -- another
spring
halls of waiting rarely
take note of passing time
'tis much the same within
its spaces – no matter
clocks' tic-tock!
no matter water that
has flowed far away
to meet the sea
that once was under
a bridge -- far from her shorelines
and scent of her
salt!
--------------------
fancy friends
feigning fanciful foundering
falderal -- forgetting rules of
engagement
on this
furious road
ungently making way
trying to convince me
theirs is the way
to go
askance -- I view their
unfaults -- as I see mine own
brevity in all things
especially brevity
-- and right now!
I think . . .
but don't say
the words
lest I damage their
fragile beings
as I know my own is
------------------------
shadows did dance
-- resin-scented darkness
tune of freedom
played on each shining needle
of trees above
making fragrant
-- a night that had no end
-------------------------
but every night does
end . . .
-- dawn often belies
night's fragrances
and promises made
in the dark
are unrequited --
abandoned -- thrown out
-- in view of new
day's light
------------------------
a silvery glow
is seen as moon sets
and sun rises
a twitter in every leaf
of every tree -- allows
new day to dawn
birds sing morning
songs
for all hearts to hear
come clear to ears of
listening
---------------------
halls of waiting have no
-- new days
only consciousness of
now
not counted
in seconds, weeks, or years
-- inventions for those
who direly need them to live
out their brief lives
midst circling stars
in heavens
above
while counting their
moneys -- making their lives
miserable -- never having
enough
-------------------------
tulips red
violets white
bloom in due
seasons
-- ask nothing but
petals -- in rain or sunshine
while wars make decrepit
land where other flowers
once bloomed
as halls of waiting
weep for each
and each religion says it's
best --
doubting persons
wonder if there is a
god
if there is one
-- it is absentee
-----------------------
crows roost -- perched
in linden trees
mourning for elves
now gone
-- their song
no longer heard
on these shores
-- waiting in halls
set apart
from men
until last day of
days
when we shall once again
meet
-----------------------
for those doomed to go on
feet unable to fly -- 'tis difficult
to find open ground
and clear horizon --
birds see us stumbling
perhaps feel pity in
their avian hearts
as they fly above noise – dust
-- and commotion of the ground
-- free to soar
on winds we shall never know
------------------------
halls of waiting
see it all
never saying
word one
what would be the
use for it to speak
to those who
won't listen?
-------------------------
pale eastern sky greets
morning sight
as light broadens
storm clouds fly
overhead in tattered rows
at a speed
astonishing
swifts jostle
in the breeze
as if for fun
-- practicing prowess of flying
----------------------
shadows of thought
recall birds of the air
-- beasts of the
ground
pondering them
while they wait
for more wondering cogitations
to arrive -- and share the mix
flow unstoppable
-- a myriad daily
to enhance -- burgeon --
and enrich halls of waiting
events
expired
once seemed so important
given to memories
that are nothing more
than that . . .
O! sweet recall
-- elixirs in landscape of life
so quickly gone
best and worst
lightest and darkest
-- occasions
that thrilled
-- and downtrod
halls of waiting
overflow -- expand
to take on
new arrivals
as if by
magic . . .
---------------------
deep clouds gather
rain pours on gathered throng
standing in midst of the
crowd as a stranger
longing to flee
to find one friendly face
-- recognizable
shadows of thoughts
stir violently -- trying to call to mind
just one
that never betrayed
sacred trust
only one -- perhaps two
show themselves
nearly divine
for never having lied
in a world of lies
that drive people insane
-- to what purpose?
-------------------
new and greedy swords
unsheathed -- drenched in innocent's
blood
gap of
duality widens
understanding between
those who know and those who don't
-- not irreparable
but severely injured
harbingers last days
when last battle blooms
on our
doorsteps
halls of waiting
shudder
as spate approaches
us all
---------------------
it is much that we have
come so far
with such adversity
wishing to drag us
down
still with many
faculties intact
where we proceed from
here is fair query --
shadows of thoughts
seek to remind us
many not
paying attention
-- at all
to their retold refrain
of sorrow
what could have
been's
might have
been's
and will
be's
-----------------------
watching snake eating its tail
-- waiting for world to mend
been nothin' but trouble
since I arrived
-- checked
in
tremendous roaring all
around
peace seems always
-- just beyond reach
knowing it's there is
a comfort
-- seen a thing or two
since I first peeked out of
the looking-glass
now hair has turned
silvery
joints aren't what they
once were
still youngsters can't keep up
once on the roll
not bad for an old man
who's climbed out of the hole
shivering shadows
thoughts amend
halls of waiting
never bend
a place of reverence
place of light
even with shadows
it's out of sight~!
-----------------------
mixed in with it all
sound of the sea
floated Her bosom
Her hook deep in me
all that I wish for
all that I see
is me on Her shoreline
just She and me
people are useless
they fall quickly away
when I am with Her
there will I stay
I hear their rantings
I hear Her song
Her song it is louder
above the throng
it only makes sense
Her chords that fall
on ears that will listen
in this waiting hall
---------------------------
no knowing what's round
corner -- next
be it gleeful, frightening,
or sad
it's there just the same
so take the turn
-- surprises are simply
that -- some change life
as we have known
it -- usually for best
-- if we survive turning
the corner
------------------------
shadows know death stalks
us all
-- but life doesn't
stalk the hall where shadows
wait their last reward
to know waiting
is its own . . .
---------------------------
look at any face
see there its story
where innocence
turns slowly to -- wisdom
from whence thoughts
have fled
to waiting halls
holding converse
with ones arrived
afore
graven round eyes
are lines from smiles
to lighten -- and grief
to shadow -- even as life springs
from one hour
to next
breathing is a finite
endeavour
-----------------------
back -- before beginning
forward -- passed to end
thoughts do travel
faster -- than light
driven by desire,
hope, and care
creating new shadows
as they fall from neural spaces
in multitudes
-- uncounted
unconvinced of victory
disallowing conceits of defeat
autumn now
at head of winter
beside the fire I sit and
think, and thoughts do flow
to waiting halls
with others in unbroken stream
gathered there
sparkling –
casting back shadows
so long have held
dominion
light is coming
-- chords of sweet music
play
come from place of
mystery
whence all music
arrives
---------------------------
unwithered in shadows
of themselves
my thoughts are gathered
as one
performing a life
-- of adventure full~!
on a stage built just for
me
surrounded by others'
halls -- and stages
as one we
seek the crack from where light
flows
on its way
to who knows
-- where . . .
changes in each script
we write ourselves
must needs take responsibility
for all scenes
no matter their
outcome
back road still there
at which to peer --
past is gone
-- tomorrow never comes
now is clay
with which we have to -- work
and only for
a moment.
vcp
15 April 2012
Poetry by Victor
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