Spring is Coming

discontent brewing
a cyclical happenstance whittling away at my sanity
the booming voice of reckoning lures me to widening possibility,
but without the indication of subtlety.

gliding on hope and misspent motivation
here, in the garden of good intentions, I am weakening.
wide-eyed insomnia present,
wisps of malevolence looming over each dreaded morning

There is a way out of this, there is.
Miles from here in a saddened bunker –
I have stored away my secret weapon:
experience in hibernation.

3.12.2009
JMG

Silver threads

Silver threads
a burning patch of winter
numbered dates flipping past
without that weathered sense of dignity

There are numerous things left to do
the usual limits of time pressing fiendishly forward
if only we could – if only for a second – catch our breath
tropophobia settling in.

3.3.09
JMG