#transcendragons writes
River
Life bleeds into itself, intermixing
Oil and water into one messy whole flowing
One day into the next all the
Small triumphs and tribulations that define a day
Extend into a lifetime
As the tiniest particles fill a steam
Creating sticky clouds or shining clear paths
Through the ending river
Being swallowed by the sea
Struggling with Poetry
I’ve always loved poetry,
And never really understood it.
In bare terms the world is simple and beautiful
Poetry just dresses it up
To get down to the heart of it.
How can flowery layers reach down to the Earth?
Maybe if I just put down roots, lacey and strong
Down to the dense core as
Thick dirt imprinted dark moisture onto my fingers, maybe
Then I could understand and sip
From…
When the Rain Comes
When the Rain Comes
When the water comes back to the stream again
When the summer drought flows away,
And pained skin knows relief again,
Forgive yourself the sins born of thirst and fatigue
The cracked dirt of your life will be submerged
It is on you to wash, for the sake of your own ease,
But it is not moral burden. Forgive yourself
Your fatigue, you would not have chosen this
Had your choices been…
Drought
When the river bed begins to dry
Skin scratching on to stone
Bleeding heavy, numb blood
A poor imitation of sweet water
But all you have to give, thick and hot
In the buzz of your skull you know it’s not
Enough; follow the bends of the bed
Find the flow and parch your skin
Only the soft feeling can save you now
Though you have none to give
Every irritating contact too physical
Gritting…
Partnership
Nightmares in your head
Tossing and turning in our bed
Figures standing alone inside, dark
Yet for the rare flashes of bright
Connection with your smile and
My laughing hands across your face,
I want to reach you
I know you’re tired
I see you want to reach me too
When all I want is to curl in on myself
You say, unfurl and I understand
In the night it takes us to withstand
