Tag: poem

turbulation

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

flow grates against the grain

bonds and connects break,

pulled, reforming, reaching,

SNAP–

broken–

moves away.

//

the self is shattered

old ideas crack

reveal child self in pain.

//

cracks, perturbed, reaching into

shards. pulled away.

what I thought was clear was a mirror

concealing a mask.

the mask I thought was flesh slips.

the knowledge of self distrubed.

//

swirling flow, life cintinues,

I want it all to stop-

to pick up the pieces,

examine each and understand

it’s purpose and placement in the whole

//

the pieces fly away in the wind.

a maelstrom- pulls at my

mask I didn’t know was a mask.

shocked to my core-

stillness is not an option.

Inaction isn’t an option-

I take it anyway.

Publish-life moving

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

publish broadcast, reaching out

to flow, read communicate-words are wind

wind that stays in place is writing.

don’t know where it comes from or where it goes,

but never still.

House breach the mass transition of stationary wind,

captured for millennia.

my words are my wind, air that moves.

writing captures my wind, cease the endless rustling,

transmit to others across space and time

(a day, a continent, a century, a galaxy)

the spread of captured wind, taken for the eyes and skin,

contained repeated, remembered.

Impacting and shaping the future and the new now.

to publish.

rule of undulation

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

rule of undulation

the ups and downs independent of

circumstance emotions change.

You yet in a cycle

they come and they go

again then they return

we have our ups

we have our downs. We

have that consistency we

have that and it does not change.

Yet there is dynamism within that

slow and steady change, rapid

and torrential change

Steps of growth

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

to feel the pressure from a dying self

a mimicry, a mask that fades

the pressure builds,

something clings to the mask as it crumbles,

as something else wants to push it away.

the new self is born

the old mask dies

yet that which dies tries to cling to life.

//

I progress down my journey and take the steps-of-growth

the old self fades, but clings to life

fighting its’ own death

yet it must die.

I must take those steps.

Sinking into the flesh, I cling to the flesh

a dying thing.

it flickers and fades and it clings all the harder.

I must lean into the Spirit.

it is life,

true life leads to truer happiness, it feels

ephemeral, wispy, mist

yet it is more

enduring, more real, more true

than any flesh or bone.

God respects me

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

You let me wonder where I will,

You respect my choices.

You let me wonder where I want,

You respect my choices.

You will let me wander where I wish,

You respect my choices.

You let me wander,

You respect my choices.

when I wander close to You,

when my wandering heart leads me back to You,

You respect my choices.

You respect me.

You respect the gifts You’ve given me.

I do it for

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I do it for myself and my well runs dry.

I do it for myself and my pen runs out of ink,

my voice grows course and cracked.

I do it for myself and my

ideas die,

energy fades and

crashes.

I do it for my own glory and

it tarnishes.

When I do it for You,

I shine;

I shine Your light.

When I do it for You, the ideas are abundant and beautiful.

When I do it for You, the pen never stops flowing.

The well overflows with

ideas, and creativity, and joy,

and sorrow, and ecstasy, and pain, and inspiration.

When I do it for You the energy never runs out.

I’m always full.

When I do it for myself, my energy runs down.

I whither.

I run dry.

I die.