Tag Archive | life

107. 44 Tomorrow 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid goodbye to my sorrow, 
I can wring my tears right out
Of my badly bruised heart, 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid bye to my sorrow,
I can look forward to
A fantastic new start

To life, 
In all its wonder, 
To the end of
All strife, 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid goodbye to my sorrow, 
I’ve battled so hard 
To get to today, 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid goodbye to my sorrow, 
I’m alive! Alive! 
Hip hip hooray!

©Brindology 2013

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90. Talk is cheap

For the man thinks she knows nothing and so he tells her to be quiet. 

For the man thinks she sees nothing and so he tells her where the sun rises. 

For the man thinks he knows something and so he doesn’t listen, but keeps on talking –

Not knowing 
She knows 
He knows 
Nothing. 

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Simple

89. Dear Life

Dear Life, 
thank you for the wisdom I get from gazing up at the stars. 

We have a long way to go,
yet we can always shine our best. 

Each one of us is unique, 
each one a shimmering testimony
to the beauty of this universe. 

We might be cloaked in darkness,
yet we are never alone. 

Each one of us can light up the way,
each one a blossom of hope in the sky.

©Brindology 2013

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88. Mountain – a poem for my soul

Are you still thinking 
Of this story about you and me?
Do you still care
About the sky and sea?

Are you trying to find your way back 
On this cold dark night? 
Then look upon the mountain
Standing tall in all its might.

We may never find the way back home,
That passage is closed,
And yet we try, 
For it’s this path we chose. 

Fear not the sorrow, 
The anger, or the fright, 
Just look upon the mountain
Standing tall in all its might.

©Brindology 2014

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86. Of so long ago 

She was beautiful, long ago. 
She had a carefree smile and she swung her hips seductively as she walked.
He couldn’t ever take his eyes off her. 

That was a long time ago. 

Now, they sit beside each other like strangers, unable to bear the sharing of their common breath.
No words fill the space between them. 

She had grown inwards, unable to comprehend the loss he was experiencing.
She was still beautiful; but he couldn’t see her face anymore. 

©Brindology 2015 

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

85. And Death did come

And Death did come today. 

And Death may not bring with him the absence of pain.

And Death may not heed our cries, 
Nor look us in the eye,
But with a scythe so sharpened on the necks of the ones gone before
Remove us from the misery of life. 

And Death may come tomorrow,
No, he most certainly will. 

(In memory of Alan Rickman.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Someday

84. Holding on

I stand here holding this rope
tightly,
right here,
alone.
Nobody stands beside me.

I look into the distance and see nothing.
I turn around,
but there is only darkness.

I know Birth holds one end
and Death, the other.
Which way do I go?

I’m too afraid to let go and I’m not sure if I’m going in the right direction.
I’m afraid to let go,
I don’t want to lose my footing and fall.

This rope is all I have.

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Cling