Myself
I was indifferent, wandering,
when we first met
Raw, lost, and purposely alone
Barely wanting, knowing,
if I even cared to look
Wondering, daily,
if I even wanted to try.
It seems so long ago,
so far from where I find myself
Where I found my self
To the here, to the now
To where I am vital, content
Certain, today,
that you’re the reasons why.
I find myself, reflective, here.
Found my self, reflected, there.
I followed our love to get to today
On a path, lined,
with many fresh new memories
To this hopeful here,
and to our happy now
Eventual time, guided,
by the bluest of shared skies.
Projecting only forward,
to tonights, and to tomorrows
To the vast unknown,
secure, in what is known,
In what is shown
At peace, in this life, with this love,
as our time slowly flies.
I have opened up, again,
by looking in the right place
Seeing, and noticing
Discovering and rediscovering
Spending time, there,
A focused man, here
Feeling healthy, and happy, and wise.
Found my self, reflected, there.
I find myself, reflective, here.
A special night, now,
is any night,
and most every night
As I get to spend them
in my favourite place
And where I get lost, now,
is where I was found.
It is here, with you
and your lovely face
In the perfect place
There, inside your eyes
Secure, within this love
I am safe, and I am sound
There and here... on solid ground.
I am myself. Here.
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Myself
Posted by ggreentree on October 13, 2023
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Irreplaceable
April 11, 2021
As I write these words, these thoughts,
I remain hopeful…and optimistic.
Despite our continuous condition.
And the spite of every statistic.
Irreplaceable
The intruder erupts, and disrupts
Our life’s work, and our sensibilities
Under relentless daily attack
We protect, and we wait, and we adapt
Tied up by the control that we lack
Immobilized, and losing time
Irreplaceable time.
We try to make the best of it
But we’ll never get it back
Only so much we can accomplish
when these walls hold us in.
So much that we are losing.
And such little chance to win.
The new gets old, then the same old
Our unique ambition, and our freedom
Both stifled, and home bound
We play, and we pause, and we replay
Just hanging on, and hanging around
Hopes and dreams, frozen in time
Irreplaceable time.
The realm of our possibility
Lost, before it is found
All this time on our hands.
Another puzzle, the same show.
Waking, again, to the same day.
The get up, without the go.
Living, barely, in this stalled world
Our venerable, and our most vulnerable
Scared and lost, alone with their fears
We enquire, and we talk, and we worry
Uncertainty clouds their dwindling years
A phone call is cold comfort, in eking time
Irreplaceable time.
Vaccination, their only anticipation
As each conclusion nears
We can only live in the moment,
with constraints on our living.
We take it, and we give it our best.
With limits on the giving.
The effect on our children, all the children
Testing our second nature. and our nurture
Everything matters, no matter their age
We try, and we miss, and we miss out
Without a book, we must turn the page
Life’s experiences, get passed by time
Irreplaceable time.
Resilient hearts, on tattered sleeves
Worn by the war we wage
Instinctively, we look closer to home,
and choose to focus on our own.
Difficult to look at the big picture.
When we can’t see the unknown.
These sad realities, are our commonalities
Our situation, and our consternation
The less we do, the more we learn
We follow, and we wallow, and we swallow
Another pill makes our insides churn
Living the same day, at the same time
Irreplaceable time.
When the only things that are new
Are variants of concern
So…we abide…again…and we adjust.
Smart to be smart, foolish to be brave.
It is our ability, in this inevitability,
to steady, and to ride another wave.
Yet, my pliable hope, and my optimism,
become increasingly hard.
As I look South, and around…
And see such blatant disregard.
Posted by ggreentree on April 12, 2021
https://ggreentree.wordpress.com/2021/04/12/irreplaceable/
Weight
Weight
This is about our something
Our something significant
Discoveries we have discovered
Discussions still to discuss
It’s the double entendre
It’s the double meaning
The weight of our wait
The us, of just us
This feeling that we feel
This sharing that we share
The now, of being here
The then, of being there
The low of the lows
The alone of the lonely
The two of our together
The one, of our only
The right in the writing
The subtext in the texts
The impatience of our patience
The next of our nexts
The length of our lengths
The height of our highs
The careful to our caring
The why nots to our whys
The power in feeling powerless
The surge in our surges
The urge for our urgency
The urgency of our urges
The so far of how far
The good, of so far so good
The hope, and our hopeful
The could and our should
The me, in me and you
The you, in you and me
Our substantial substance
Our subtle subtlety
We take each of our days
one day at a time
Put our hearts out there
for our hearts to see
Far more than a cliché
Far more than a dream
The weight of our wait
Our will, and will be
Posted by ggreentree on December 9, 2017
https://ggreentree.wordpress.com/2017/12/09/weight/
Suspended
Suspended
A wind worn branch,
reduced to a splinter.
I am a rabbit hole,
hidden beneath winter.
The morning starts out the same…
With smiles and good intentions
With energy and lofty goals
But, the minutes are ticking
Toward the end of both
Toward the mid-day lull
Imagination grinding to a halt
Hitting the proverbial wall.
Wheels locked in place,
gears wanting in power.
I am time standing still,
hand stuck on the hour.
The reluctant optimist,
hopeful that there is more.
I am a tree lined road,
winding to the shore.
There is a fine line in place…
That separates good from great
That distinguishes less from more
Potential, on the threshold of change
Sometimes it meets a path
Sometimes it’s on a ledge
The brink of a breakthrough
Precariously near the edge.
An expanse from a destination,
a misstep from being lost.
I am a suspension bridge,
longing to be crossed.
The battered pitcher,
that’s been to the well.
I am the grizzled veteran,
with stories left to tell.
Personal insights ready to be shared…
Seeing the importance of each day
Seeing the enormity of the little things
So much potential, yet to be met
Bringing along a passion for life
Bringing an open book to the table
The mind is more than willing
The body, fighting to be able.
A semi-automatic rifle,
unsure of where it’s aimed.
I am the winning lottery ticket,
waiting to be claimed.
Posted by ggreentree on December 8, 2015
https://ggreentree.wordpress.com/2015/12/08/suspended/
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