Complicated, Not

When
are our lives
not complicated?
why is remembering
that when, is only just
a memory, a moment
in time,

When I told her
I loved her
when her smile appeared
in the seconds that followed

When life was not complicated
being mere moments
a few seconds
the time to breathe
one breath
the image traveling
from head to heart

-just a few seconds of time

The Pain of Living

The troubles, everyday

the pain of living, brings

 

My thoughts blossom

sprouting in every corner, creating

carpeted meadow fields, of mental images,

of rich scents, and color,

the prose which it becomes,

 

Honeysuckle vines, and Jasmine carpeting,

thorny rose ceilings, and bumblebee wallpaper

my thoughts, my mind wander

through the cool waters, flowing

my words, my mind, impressions

 

Soothing the pain that living does bring….