The Sky came calling

 










"Don't look up", they said
"Whatever's the point?
It's not like you'll get there,
it's bound to disappoint
you, so let go," they said
and then looked away.
I listened, I did,
and heeded for a day.

But everyday since
I can't tear away my gaze
There's a yearning to rise,
a constant malaise.
My feet they will falter
I'm blind to their course
I see only upward
There is no recourse

And I heard them, I did,
So I'll fail if I must
And I'll get there someday
or crumble to dust
It'll tear me apart, but I must.

Thoughts with pictures

 ~~~~1~~~~

I will walk these paths of green
with shades of bliss and sorrow
Answer summons unforseen
to inscrutable Tomorrow

 ~~~~2~~~~

Someday I shall fall
Roll away with a touch of air
Disappear into the earth
or burn in the morning glare
But, for now, I stand resplendent
Fleeting yet unrepentant

 ~~~~3~~~~

The world went still and silent
as if time were beginning anew
She raised her eyes to the cavernous void
And the sky came rushing through

 ~~~~4~~~~

Purdue by night

These imposing halls of wisdom
These kingdoms of gaiety
Monuments to discourse
Ensconced in longevity

 ~~~~5~~~~

If I must meet my end,
let me drown in a sea of light
Let me go in a blaze of glory
like the sun, into the long night

~~~~6~~~~

Said one, "O brother in arms, if you should fall,
I would shed tears of sap for thee."
Said the other "And I for thee, brother mine,
but alas! It's not in my biology."

 ~~~~7~~~~

Unproductive grad student: 

a haiku
Purdue's dressing up
for new students, but that means
Summer is over 😩

~~~~8~~~~

Hiding in plain sight
Sometimes the most unassuming flower
on a familiar path
catches my eye
And I wonder, if I miss
such beauty as this,
what other delights
have I gone blindly by

~~~~9~~~~

 

Roadside Rudbeckia
These lonely streets are thronging
with chattering empty faces
The storms of war are gathering
in some faraway places

And everyday seems closer
Closer to the End

But, for a moment, that feels distant
Banished by this happy display
A little spot of captured sunshine
 that gets me through everyday

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Procrastination

The seconds tick
tock tick tock
on by
and the page is blank
with not a word.
It's absurd.
My roving eye catches
and I see myself
at the bottom of a cup
not a glass, a cup
of coffee.
I know what you were thinking
It's not as bad as that,
not yet;
though nothing's set
in stone.
Like a drumbeat of my being
the minutes tick
tock tick, and 
I feel I should be feeling
but there's nothing.
Not a worry,
tensions blurry,
though they should be
vehement, vivid, vibrant
in my eye
and in my mind,
but there is
nothing.
It's all slipping away
and I should be
chasing, choking, clawing
it back
instead I sit here
and I write
and I watch
the hours
tick tick tock.

A quest for singularity

Is there a more hopeless fate

than being a human mean?

Not lots or little gifted,

just somewhere in between

She is smart and capable,

passable, competent, fair

Never breached extraordinary,

and sadly is aware

of being merely average,

yet wanting so much more

Trapped in triviality,

for history to ignore

An unresistant speck in a surge,

lost in tide and time

No footprints in the sand for her,

just faceless pantomime

What is she but a footnote

on a swiftly turning page

A mute supernumerary 

in an unfortunate age

Born a century too early,

or a hundred years too late

To be, perhaps, exceptional 

but never truly great.

In a multitude of equals

she draws comfort from none

In a herd of trudging many, 
she but struggles to be One