“Sheeply” ways

People feel “sheeply”, and follow until,

their nose feels the pain of a shock.

The experts spoke freely, but never looked clearly,

and now the sheep wander in mud!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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The message

I hint , I speak,

yet still the space between

seems destined to remain.

The fog, the smog

damps beauty’s winsome voice.

You look, you wink,

I really still don’t get it-

as silence chokes my heart.

 

Connect, reject,

what difference does it make?

I just don’t get the message!

Your eyes, my heart,

they miss each other’s gestures.

I sigh, I hurt,

still puzzled by the distance.

This trust – it’s hanging by a thread!

 

To live, to be,

It’s so much more than breathing.

I yearn to just be understood.

I hope, I dream,

to sense the quickening lightening.

I laugh, I sing,

when in transparent moments,

I meet you and I’m bare.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Broken dreams

Clashing turmoil – fleeing I seek to hide.

Nothing is certain. The echoes bounce and cry.

Mental confusion grows madly day by day.

Soundless arguments aiding my disarray.

 

In the roaring of mental disconnect,

There’s something deep that begins to lift and rise.

This shift straightens broken loops to clarity

and kisses with a friend’s quiet certainty.

 

Shards of crystal rain upon the fields,

as lies and fears fall scatter like the snow.

Sun’s rays melt the shapeless shards to liquid grace,

creating life for hope’s new planted shrubs.

 

Glowing beauty and fruitful bounty forms

as life takes hold of things once lost and gone.

Destiny flowers – vermillion in a sea of green-

a harvest promised, grown from broken dreams.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Hope’s bright head

When harsh things erupt and unexpected pain slips onto the stage. I writhe in shock and wonder what I’ve lost. A voice arises blaming, so full of scorn. “I could have seen this coming if I had but been warned.” I struggle with the weight of loss, the shame and voiceless dread. I wonder how I could have been so sure and now I’m dead. My hope is cast upon the ground and writhes as life bleeds into grey.

And somewhere deep within, this crazy haunting whisper comes. That out there somewhere is  a source that can make silver out of dread. The wild thing stirs up hope’s bright head, and in the midst of pain, I hear a distant echo so beautiful that it hurts. I wince and wish it would just leave me be, I can not bear this hint of grace. This prospect of an end to strife that would make all this hardship birth a glorious life – is hardest to endure.

Mercy is all but lacking when accusations fling their spite. The searing pain of sharpened guilt flays all my heart and soul. I struggle to walk within what’s dead! My fingers pluck at lifeless frays that seem to tatter as I reach – and all I have within my grasp is hopeless dust and ashes flimsy substance dissolving even as I stare.

And then caresses brush my heart. My spirit lifts with such a start. Mystery that stirs up life’s electric thrill has leaped upon the stage. I look at eyes that hold my heart. I sense a song that speaks my grief. I feel this heart wring out my bitter dregs. I’m not alone – I find relief. This solitude’s forgotten chains have shattered loud.  I’ve awakened  as a dance begins inside my heart while silly things play wonder’s symphony.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Solutions

Chaos –

rushing currents,

clashing in violence

as beauty weeps – shunned.

Purpose is lost so quickly!

Swirling motion dampens dream’s creative hope.

Choking pollution blinds the mind to vision’s life.

Expectancy arises, aroused by laughter’s joy.

Songs spark curiosity’s delightful vibe.

Beauty dries her tears

as birth quickens

 legacy’s voice.

Synchronicity!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Life change

Busy, dizzy-  all speeds fast;

people on coffee

and adrenaline’s blast.

Hurrying, scurrying – all in a rush;

Life is chaotic

and time can’t last.

 

Bumping, annoying – this line’s so long!

strangers can’t see

that it’s all about me!

Anger and sarcasm flow as I scream;

hurting and hurling,

these “others” aren’t me.

 

Shocking and stopping – a moment in time.

Suddenly faced

with a heart that is kind!

Eyes seeing, heart hearing,

I’ve paused in the crush-

Life’s suddenly changed!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Journey’s curves

To yield, to seek, to laugh, to love;

The journey flows between the hills.

The curves ahead obscure the view,

of what will flow from each day’s tread.

I wander through this novel place.

It’s full of beauty, of fragrance full,

with moments shifting from grey to blue.

Hearts are seen as caresses grace

the moments we share unseen.

Then, hope gives way to loss.

Darkness floods the gloom

yet, brightened by the rising moon.

Glorious day soon paints things bright.

Pastel glory shines upon the hills.

Life renewed –

time again to choose-

my dream!

Author – Bill Tidsbury