Riddles In The Clouds

The clearest blue sky;
Radiates lucidity.
Riddles hide in clouds.

Web

Only a thin filament holds us together;
Yet its durability is evident;
It stretches to unimaginable lengths;
Spanning continents, time and space.
It divides in all directions;
Binding all living beings;
Providing strength and protection.
At times the filament breaks;
Leaving some dangling.
Sometimes the filament winds itself round and round, 
Smothering those it can no longer support.
There is no escaping it;
As without it there is no existence.

In The Shower

This is my happy place.
Feel the warm water cascading around me,
As my mind takes me to magical places;
Planning for the future;
The creative juices flowing.
I must turn the water off,
But it feels so good in here,
So relaxing, so peaceful.
Okay, off the water goes,
As I grab for my fluffy towel.
Wait, did I wash?

Bug Off

Don’t bug me today;
I am sick and insect-ious;
Pest me tomorrow.

A Waterfall

There are those that rain like a gentle shower;
Tickling the rocks that sleep below.
And those that spew with force unbridled;
Constructing chasms that cannot be crossed.
But no matter what the size or strength,
Each distinctive beauty is undeniable;
Relished in awe by the passerby.

Day and Night

The morning dawns a bright new day;
Full of energy, light and play;
Optimistic points of view;
A future well looked forward to.

As the day winds to a close;
The light begins to decompose;
And darkness starts to settle in;
Doubt and fear creep under the skin.

A fretful night of doom and gloom;
Until eyes open to a light filled room;
And a buoyant day begins again;
At least until night closes in.

Under The Pier

I see you playing on the beach;
Your beautiful wife and children in reach.
Laughing and joking with passerbys;
Who don’t dare look me in the eye;
As I sit here under the pier.

You leave the beach with sundrenched skin;
Only to return again;
Much later for a drink upstairs;
A lady friend meets you there. 
All of this I see and hear,
From my location under the pier.

I watch the sun begin to dive;
About the time your wife arrives;
A deep inhale as she makes her way;
Up the stairs to where you play.
A commotion I expect to here;
From the bar that sits atop the pier.

Instead I see your wife retreat;
Back down the beach on rapid feet.
She then returns, luggage in hand;
Your belongings are scattered on the sand.
Now there really is no need to fear,
As I’ll make a space for you under the pier.

Rubble

You call it rubble;
A heap of rocks.
I see a treasure trove.
Pick up a rock.
Can you feel the energy?
Millions of years in the palm of your hand.
Look at the colors, the patterns;
There is a golden shimmer in this one;
A crystal clarity in that one.
Each calls to me;
Wanting to tell its story.

That Face

That face!
I know it so well.
The smirk;
Behind which there lies a punch line.
The smile;
That lights up the sky.
The frown;
So full of disappointment.
The forehead;
Wrinkled in concern.
But this face I have not seen before.
Talk to me.

Truth

Going through the motions;
What is happening?
It’s better not to think about it.
Take action to avoid;
Check this off, then that.
What to do next?
The thoughts are creeping in.
Must do something, anything;
Run! Run! Hide! Hide!
But the truth is there;
Look it in the eye.