Footprints

Catching Time

Catching Time

A child

Sees colors, hope, possibilities

Nothing impossible

Ideas born

To help change the world

Has been travelling

travelling urgent messages

The recipient adult self

The medium time

The message life

Peer pressure, peer pleasure, pure pressure,

Somehow lost the message by the way

Peer skin deep, care giver for self

stifling, choking, but growing by the day

Growing weaker, growing lost

Then in a second passing too slowly

remembered the message clearly

Don’t lose sight of all the things

wrong in the world

when in your innocence you promised to fix

Don’t forget what really makes happiness

Otherwise will be lost forever

But you forgot

Now

The child in you is struggling to rescue your aging shadow

Caught in the rituals of life

Life the message, the medium time

Time has run out

It flew by on black and white wings

Unnoticed…

but the aching aging soul would be redeemed

if that child was still courageous enough to let go

and attain the unattainable of a lifetime.

Footprints

Poetry of the life that I know

My poetry is the poetry of the life that I know

That I know like the wise one who knows that he knows

dnt

My poetry doesnt ^ care for organisation

My poetry doesnt care for punctuation

It doesnt care for comma full stop question sign

Nor is it limited to consistent excessive rhyme

This is the poetry of life as it flows

Let it flow like the stream let it flow, let it flow

My poetry is grammatically incorrect without apology

My poetry has defied all aspects of chronology

It doesnt care for what happened first or last

Nor is its reference limited to future or past

This is the poetry of life as it grows

Let it grow like the trees let it grow,let it grow

My poetry doesnt ignore literary pedagogy

My poetry doesnt care for your typo graphy

It doesnt care about spilling over on countless pages

Nor is it limited to stanzas meters iambic stages

This is the poetry of life as it blows

Let it blow like the wind let it blow, let it blow

My poetry isnt irony metaphor alliteration

My poetry cannot be reduced to formal explanation

It doesnt care for misguided biographical criticism

Nor should it appease the reader’s skepticism

This is the poetry of life as it glows

Let it glow like the moon let it glow, let it glow

My poetry has no begining

My poetry has no end

But it creates life and destroys at the stroke of this pen.

Footprints

By the way

Talk to me

For when you talk

You bare your soul one word at a time

Your words are true and pure,

Never pretentious

Your words are small,

Never fussy,

Nor decorated with elaborate, artificial emptiness

Yet in their simplicity they managed to mold,

Managed to paint a picture worth looking at

This journey down unknown corridors of life simplified

By the way you talk.

Sing to me

For when you sing

You bare your soul one note at a time

Your voice of glass-breaking mixed keys

Not quite soprano or alto, Not quite tenor or bass

Yet your sound is in perfect harmony with life

With each note you play the music of love

You are singing your heartsong

Your song is simple, Your motive is clear,

You always sing the songs I long to hear

This journey down unknown corridors of life simplified

By the way you sing.

Laugh with me

For when you laugh

You bare your soul one joke at a time

Every chuckle, ever grin irresistibly contagious

Never have I heard a laugh more hilarious

The sight of you completely out of control in a fit of laughter

Rolling on the floor, gasping for air

Buckling over or falling off a chair

Makes the best medicine for years upon years

So Laugh that soul stirring, feet stomping laugh

This journey down unknown corridors of life simplified

By the way you laugh.

©K.McFarlane July 17, 2017

Footprints

You are…

You are the sun, you are your energy and brightness

You are a burning flame

You are the wind, for seasons ceaseless

You are the autumn rain

You are that voice I hear in my wilderness

Still calling out my name

Your roar awakens my lioness

Your strength erases my pain

What you are to me is all to me

The world, you mean the world to me

You are your heart so filled with kindness

Your love remains the same

Like the mountains,tall, strong and ageless

Your beauty remains unchanged

You are your smile so warm and priceless

That smile you freely give

You are your arms outstretched in earnest

In your arms I long to live

What you are to me is all to me

The world, you mean the world to me

You are a light in times of darkness

A light that guides me home

Without you this life would be pointless

Yes, I’d rather be alone

Footprints

Shattering

Then will I sit still beneath you,

below you

waiting for you to strike me down

Then will I watch my life fall

and break into smithereens

while you carefully tip toe around the sharp edges

trying not to cut your feet on me.

You shattered me and watched me crazy clue myself together

You laughed, grinned even

for you couldn’t wait to throw me down again.

Footprints

The Window

There is a window

Through which I see

Many other windows

Of Possibilities

And

I wonder

If someone

looks back

I think

There is so much to see

There is so much to feel

There is so much to be

What do I see?

Glimpses of a future

So close but oh so far

A past hope, unravelling

Somewhere beyond the stars

Like stars

In time my dreams a’travellin

What can I feel?

A whirlwind of emotions

Emotions -buried -unearthing

Uprooting childhood memories

Bookmarked upon uneven skin

This skin

book of untold stories

being written

Still

What will I be?

Unanswered though I ask

Determined to overcome

Break Barriers ! End cycles!

Unshakeable woman of freedom

My freedom

Unfairly withheld and forcibly won

This window reveals no secrets

This window hides no truths

It merely reflects an epiphany

That what I choose to feel

What I choose to see

I’ll be…………

Karlane McFarlane

01.10.2019