#98 Waiting On...

courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle

Have you ever wondered

what would happen

if time could physically bend?

give you chance

give you a glance

to see someone

you otherwise 

wouldn’t ever meet again?

If you were given 

that chance

to bend its waves

to a motion between to and fro

What exactly would you do?

Where exactly would you go?

Would you erase your mistakes

Would you travel to a place

you would have otherwise

not seen yourself 

in the next twenty years?

Or would you leave 

it alone

stay right where 

you are

and leave your curiosity

to wander around

as it did before.

But there’s something

that time

does to the human mind

when it comes to 

tree of knowledge...

because why waste 

efforts to predict

when you can flip a switch

and change your actions

depending on the

scenes you’ve already

observed in your life’s script?

---

And this is what’s currently

passing through

his mind,

as he reaches towards

the faux cylinder’s light

that continues to hypnotically spin

and to  quite eerily draw him in

he’s alone

and needs a way out

a way to know

if his life

will ever sort itself out,

and he can’t wait another day

when the answers lie

in front of him,

predicting he’ll stay

predicting he’ll choose

to know now,

instead of delay...

He hasn’t a clue that

 if he leaves

and continues down

his awkward path,

within minutes

he’ll hear her voice

Her bell-like laugh

Today is his day and

she’s very near

but he’s beaten and tired.

Its been too long,

he’s given up.

And he leaves in a cloud

of fire.

---

She runs toward the

glow

her curiosity overtaking fear

she could have sworn

she saw a man...

who looked familiar

but maybe the forest had tricked

her with its shadows

There was no one here.

My Inspiration: Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle 

 

© KohylahPiper 2016

#61 The Widow

courtesy patcegan.wordpress.com 

And I have loved you...

for more than half of my life;

you’ve had all my tears

and all my frustrations,

you’ve heard all of my joys, 

all my deepest contemplations.

You have lent your smile

to the faces of our children

you’ve gifted them

your wit and

uncanny rebellion against

the woes of their own generation.

You’ve led me to heights

also through the lowest of places

unseen by judging folk

who never had tried their own cases

and it was bearable...

because I did it all with your hand

holding mine

bound by these silver thread laces

that kept me out of the way of 

fate and her serendipitous plan...

Now I feel lost

since part of my destiny flew

with the wings

you were given

to release you into the only journey

we’d both

together

never knew; 

and

resting my hand on the pillow

where your head once lay

I earnestly pray also to be taken away

for the solemn sighs I echo

are close yet few between

and they precipitate into

shadows that seep into my dreams

where your colourful laughter

exceeds my reality’s hues

and I remain still;

yet still

loving 

only 

you.

  My Inspiration: Loved Ones

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#12 Stages of Parenthood. Observed

courtesy: Krisztián Hoffer

Krisztián Hoffer

Krisztián Hoffercou

Krisztián Hoffer

It is difficult to parent…

You are given these little creatures.

New.

Bundled up.

Your point of reference,

your own past

and the parents you had

bad or good...

as well as these reference books

pages still smelling new

that seemed to be authored by

someone who had the perfect childhood...

and seems quite opinionated 
on what it should be too.
Its surreal how much

you love these little humans.
Yours for a lifetime.

They have you lovers ears,

your smile.

Their first steps towards you...

your joy.

You are trying to do

what you understand as your best

but you are making mistakes,

and as they grow older

you realize that those mistakes

aren’t being missed…

by those eyes that have lost their

fondness for your quirky jokes

and have begun to see that you are not a hero

but a human, 
blatantly faulted.

Your every word becomes recorded

then replayed

making you sound like a dictator

or just 
plain 
retarded.

Their moods are as unsteady

as the trade winds

their silence cause you more hurt

than you ever thought your heart

could hold in…
and that fact isn't

any less true because you don’t

like to admit it.

You’re wiser now

and they in turn have aged;

to a place where they can at least

understand those mistakes you made

were a part of your own lack

of knowledge about what to do

when

trying and failing 
to control individuals

who were so different from you…
yet despairingly similar
You know who they got 
that mean streak from... 

but now its been years since

you’ve been their only personal guide

you’ve given them 
the better years of your life

and it seems they’ve turned out alright...
that is

for adults raised by your hand.
Makes you nostalgic

they’re all pretty stable

and at this point
pretty stable is pretty good

for all the times
you had to make do,
but now you're privileged 
to be able at long last
to sort through the old memories 
while making space for the new. 

There are new tiny faces

that they’ve brought you to meet

with these tiny little fists
 frustrated little grimaces...
soft skin  
awkward little feet .
 You know immediately

 you'll spoil them

through shocked reprimands of

"You'd never let me get away with that"

but these miracles 

 they'll grow up

and without even knowing exact

revenge

absolving your miserable moments

with those who were before them;

this is indeed

the icing on your cake

of contentment... 

  but in this moment

right now

they are the most perfect beings

you have ever touched. 

 They've got your lovers ears, and your smile 
and it feels fantastic,
though you are tired and
have been for quite some time,
you'll find more life to live

just to become acquainted with

 these new persons...

who have your lovers ears,

and your smile.

It feels fantastic.

You've been given a gift

not many have been provided.

To be able to leave

having seen all the variations

of your greatest accomplishments.     

My Inspiration: Parenting 

© KohylahPiper 2015