Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Roaming The Sands Of The Hourglass

Photographs are keepsakes
Souvenirs of another occasion
A footprint of the mind’s eye and heart
We live to relive some of them
The want
The need
To share
To feel the thread of sentiment again
That wove the experience
Yet the hourglass continues on
Like life
And so we roam
Looking for the next keepsake
Momentarily soothing and satisfying
Attempts to return to a place that was
Will not receive with open arms
Yet we grasp for it like sand held in a fist tightly
Holding it for a time
Before it slips through our fingers
Even the hand of The Lord Almighty
Adds no sorrow to a blessing
But within the hourglass
Even blessings after time lose their luster
Our flesh sees to that unfortunate side of us
Truth be said
This world is not my home
Yet for some they roam
Seeking the past for now that cannot be
Roaming the sands of the hour glass

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing

Down Below Chicago

Through the hurried
The frantic
The downtown streets
In the heart of the windy city
Below snow littered gutters
A lone solitary tune grips and seizes
The lone saxophone player plies his trade

Bluesy and soulful the melody one cannot ignore
The subway is his stage
Musty and freezing, reeking of broken dreams
Creating atmosphere that echoes through the station
Heard by the many, the countless

Many are the different faces passing by
But we are all intertwined for those moments
Having unwittingly become his audience
By no force of will of his own

Most do not stop to listen
Hurried to our next destinations in undulation
Oh, yet that soulful sound incarcerates
Captured we are

One cannot speak for others
But for me
This memory indelibly, I will always carry

Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing