there's little shelter to be found once ship has left the port; the elements will have their say and nature make its sport -- for trouble, and adventure, both can lead, or, devastate: and sailors no more dodge the wind than lovers hide from fate
Tag: Fate
The Highland Girl
She's traveled almost everywhere To cities, valleys, islands: But longs now just to breathe the air Out in the verdant Highlands To walk along a keening wall Among the Summer heather; To stay until the mordant Fall Brings cold and windy weather She hears the pipes of old come through The ancient voices call her; The modern mother turns again Into the ancestral daughter
To share is human:
Generations
“No one remembers the former generations, and even those yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow them.”
Part 1
Cruel laughter rings
Around a five-year-old boy
Look at the little baby!
He carries a teddy bear!
And tears appear in the eyes
Of the young, confused boy
And the toy bear
Part 2
She was a lithesome seventeeen
Wanting to leave girlhood behind;
He was so handsome, quiet, forceful
He filled her soul, her heart, her mind
Giving herself to adult pleasure
Finding too late the price of lust;
Violence breaking out in ruin
Having a baby, broken trust
Young single mom setting up a nursery
Worn teddy bear for the baby’s bed;
The only gift that his father left him
So many things must stay
Unsaid
Part 3
His mother died when he was only six
He had no father that he’d ever known
He set off with his grandmother to live
Some other place, with everything unknown
His only friend, a tattered sewn-up toy
The house smelled funny, all his tears were spent;
He hugged his only friend up to face
Just trying to recall
His mother’s scent
(..)
To share is human:
Reroutes (1)
There was a time I meant to go
Another way. Another place
Was where I set out for, at first,
And though my long steps I retrace,
It’s hard to know where I went wrong,
A turn too early or too late —
But I guess where we’re destined for
Is really up
To fate.
And so I find myself aware
Of sloping hill and gleaming sea;
A world so different than the old
That seemed to mean so much to me,
It’s hard to know just what make
Of being free, yet being stuck —
But I guess how things come to be
Is really up
To luck.
I stand and watch the searching clouds
That move forever, restlessly;
I carry one old photograph
Of way back then, and you with me,
I bathe within the wonders here,
A type of yearning, walking trance —
But how or when our hearts move on
Is really up
To chance
To share is human:
Prognostication
When you think you know the future,
Many strange things will you do;
When we’re right, we don’t think “lucky” —
That’s the human point of view.
Public lives are filled with hubris,
Most are not accountable,
For the world is asymmetric:
This seems insurmountable.
What was genius now is folly,
What was right’s been proven wrong —
Yet we think that we’re so different,
Like we knew it all along.
Those who can’t control their lives say
How the country should be run;
Promising a new tomorrow,
But when all is said, and done,
Billions upon billions of our
Choices make us what we are:
Termites on a tiny planet,
Circling a fading star.
Life: it is a vast unfolding.
Fate does not care how we feel —
Make the future that’s today, then:
It’s the only one
That’s real
To share is human:
A Chance At Love
I was to her a chance at love,
So time called into season
A way for her to change her life —
And such days need no reason.
Thereon, we touched in innocence,
But I left, unavailing:
For missing what the times demand’s
Perhaps my biggest
Failing
To share is human:
from the threshing floor – 5
there is a place i cannot reach:
a far off land, that though i trudge,
recedes, like hope itself in time,
horizons daily i misjudge,
but carried on by ignorance,
i’ll wear by feet to blisters,
then fall into forgotten-ness
like aether, or
transistors
To share is human:
Air and Water
I was born of air and water
Thought and feeling
Breath and tears;
Not of soil, nor of fire:
Slowly yielding
Through the years
As I learned how I was destined:
Character is
Fate indeed —
I was born of air and water
Sky and bayou
All I need
To share is human:
Passing Love On
We have these things but for a time
And much of it is chance
These fates and opportunities
That can our lives enhance
We didn’t build the chessboard
Whether king or queen or pawn
Since all we have is borrowed
Love should always be passed on
