Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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One blink, one heartbeat
One breath, one instant
This world, and this place
Will vanish in the distance
We take it all so seriously
It is really nothing at all
Yet we are so shocked
When we get the final call
Life can become so heavy
A struggle to stay afloat
But in the blink of an eye
There is nothing left to tote
Stoic Poetry
In the smallest of things
Smiles given without cause
A hello to a total stranger
Without thinking or a pause
Wrapping arms around a friend
A heart given; without a cost
Just because you wanted too
Nothing can ever be lost
Forget the movies romance
The commercials selling sex
Real love comes without cost
Only needing to be expressed
Stoic Poetry
I read a simple poem today
A short and lovely thing
It stayed through the morning
As it colored everything
The smile it put upon my face
Every time I recalled the words
Blossoms full of a voiceless joy
With words I have never heard
Such a little thing; easily missed
At a glance as the morning began
Embedded in my mind it stayed
It somehow changed who I am
Stoic Poetry
Time is a fickle mistress, stealing life,
Combing the daylight as beggars at night,
Stalking every man with a little knife,
Light from the dark door into the light.
When in a lost moment of idle fault;
I returned to the house in the dark.
The gray deal under the sun’s assault,
To see upon myself some sort of mark.
The old mirror lied within it’s gaze,
The stranger looking back at me,
Gone the vision of my younger days,
As old eyes neglect what they now see.
Stoic Poetry
One day followed the next,
And this life went on,
Endings became beginnings,
Times to be reflected upon.
Nothing was ever truly lost,
But everything had changed,
Each day was being built upon;
Shards to be rearranged.
In time, all will be complete,
Even pieces that never fit,
In this disorder of things,
In this fire that has been lit.
Stoic Poetry
Curtained eyes not fully open
The veil of night still closed
Rain drop spatter, still hoping
No sunshine will rise I suppose
It is too early yet to be awake
But the soft drops they calm
This sleeping world I gladly take
A new day held in his palm
There is no better place to be
Sitting quietly in the dark
A rainy Sunday waiting to see
On this new day to embark
Stoic Poetry
As rain falls gentle on the field,
Stood by a door with the two windows,
Almost for a moment I had to yield,
Day for the time, night for the morrow.
A star that shines through curtain before,
Has looked like the last night in my life,
Laying with my head up on the floor,
Dumb with an earthly breath of strife.
Looking at the old dust before the sink,
And there you have the theme of the night,
I think the thing I most deserve to think,
In front of the fire in warmth and bright.
Stoic Poetry
The poet writes in dark of night,
Recounted jewels from my brow,
Through all the day and heavenly light,
Brings a new smile at new art now.
Shedding the soft note in every line,
Steal up the sermon against my time,
Before this kind sweet muse of mine,
The search for memories once sublime.
Stoic Poetry
I would fight on for you
Through fire and flood
When all is said and done
What is a heart without blood?
Braving blows in silence
Rarely a word being said
Steadfast in the journey
Bleeding to know I am not dead
The sum, more than the parts
There is a value cherished
As the storm will break
And we will never perish
Stoic Poetry
Beyond reason or rhyme
Free of thought and time
Joy appears for no reason
Regardless of the season
Mundane tasks are done
With a smile and a tune
No chore is too much
Immersed, a gentle touch
A perfect single moment
No matter time and place
And I will not question
This simple touch of grace
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 