Gestalt Man

Image from gestaltproject.com

His eyes are filled with far away -

with wind and clouds and scorching sun.

His lips can spit a curse to kill

or kiss away nightmares.

His hands have touched fire

and death and life too;

still they are so tender.

His voice is music

in a minor key

that I could listen to for years.

Written for G-man's FF55.

Farewell Abby

It’s amazing to me

that in the midst of

suffering

                courage

                                despair

life goes on…

Pockets of desperation,

tragedies worthy of Shakespeare,

are surrounded by the commonplace:

As she struggles for her last, gurgling breath,

he digs in his pockets for bus fare.

But if it were not so

surely, we would be shattered.

This is for the incomparable G-man and his FF55.  
Tuesday my sweet horse Abby died.  She was a grand old lady of 31, and it was a short struggle, only one day.  Still, even for that short time, the world would not stop for her.  But I did.  So, cheers Abby - I hope the grass is greener for you on the other side.  (Added after the first few comments)

Oceanography

     Image: Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall

No matter the sparkles,

or what reflects off the surface,

you are deep

and deep

and deep.

Written for The Mag weekly writing prompt.  Check it out.

Frame of Reference

Image from myrevelment.com

Patterns are superimposed.

Shadows cut through sunlight.

Boxes are filled, labeled, filed, closed

with smart economy.

There is comfort

in repetition and regularity.

We can predict

with certainty

where the next line

will be drawn,

and the next.

But step through

the open door

and beware

the lavish beauty that awaits you.

Here's an offering for G-man at FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.

Grimm

     Image from Goodfon.com

A storm is coming

as you pass through the

cave’s gaping mouth.

The center does not hold;

knots loosen, ropes flap and fray.

They wrap around your ankles

like hobbles,

tighten at your throat

like a noose

as you choke on crumbs of bread.

You've lost your way

and the labyrinth becomes

a maze.

These are 55 words for G-man and his FF55.