Bugle Me A Day©
XI.
Bugle me a day.
The way
Now seems unclear,
To pray - too dear to try,
To plan another day - too raw.
If BEING became easier
Knowing slipped away,
And inspiration vanished
Like a flaw.
Perhaps I travel light-speeds
And TIME is standing still!
Feelings seem untouched, but seared,
And yet - intense.
Apart from all I know or knew.
But this I know:
I will never be the same again.
And you?
_____ © Nellieanna Hay
Earth Person
So long
The Earth
Sits silent,
Ravaged from without
And doubt within,
Until one day ,
One moment ~
Answering
An EarthQuake!
〰©Nellieanna H. Hay
Driftwood,
Uniquely knarled
And beautiful,
Ravaged by currents,
Tumbled by stone,
And left to dry alone,
Yet it prevails.
_____ © Nellieanna Hay
Soul-evolving,
Stalling, dawdling, crawling, -
Sometimes so slowly
It's imperceptible,
Stuck.
Then LEAPS
To where souls are not
Supposed to cross -
And MAKES IT!
Then there's no reverse,
For cowards, even.
One must stay
And play the course
Until it ends.
How glad am I that I am not alone,
Glad we needn't synchronize
Our crawls and stalls, -
Our leaps, our stucks
To be companions.
Glad that simply being here's enough.
So here I come,
Crawling, Leaping, Rolling headlong
Toward tomorrow!
_____ © Nellieanna Hay
