Hinterland

Inspired by comics from Incidental Comics
Photo by Wolfram K on Pexels.com
I looked out from the promontory of life
Across a vast hinterland
The turbid quagmire miles behind me
The frisson of trepidation abated for now
I wish to tracklessly caper in those hinterlands
Beneath a lustrous azure sky
Vesuvian days released to the past
Gossamer hopes eddy about me like a corolla
Hopes of enduring eudaemonia
No longer needing to latibulate in darkness
Before me stands my Elysian dreams
Filled with halcyon days
And tranquil gloamings
I will alight in a new and unblemished existence
A ruderal redeemed
Awaiting rich and fertile soil of a new life
Under the radiant zenith of a new day

-gws

In more common language:

I look out from the overlook of life
Across a vast unknown
The confusing, unstable ground behind me
The sudden fear of trepidation abated for now
I wish to tracklessly revel in those unknown lands
Beneath a shining blue sky
Explosive, volatile days released to the past
Delicate hopes whirl about me like the swirl at the heart of a flower
Hopes of enduring happiness
No longer needing to hide in a corner in darkness
Before me stands my dreams of paradise
Filled with idyllically happy and prosperous days
And tranquil twilights
I will land and settle in a new and unblemished existence
A plant growing amongst the concrete redeemed
Awaiting rich and fertile soil of a new life
Under the radiant height of a new day

-gws


Words Have Power

A rewrite of a 2015 poem
Words have power
They are thoughts made manifest
And loosed into the world

They are fragile crepe paper ghosts
Spoken softly to breathe thoughts to life

They are shining lights
Spoken with bold love and given as gifts

They are a clarion bell call
Spoken with volume, power, and purpose

They are truth and belief
And love made real

Words have power
They are thought made manifest
And loosed into the world

They are knife edges
Spoken to cut the soul

They are blunt force
Spoken to crush and wind

They are daggers
Spoken to pierce the heart

They are lashing whips
Spoken to welt and sting and scar

They are hurt and anger
And resentment made real

Words have power
They are thought made manifest
And loosed into the world

Beware how you manifest your
Intentions into the world
The heat of passionate anger
Can turn language into fists that leave bruises
That cannot be seen and may never heal

Beware how you manifest your
Intentions into the world
Regret is a bitter friend
For what is said cannot be unsaid or unheard

Beware how you manifest your
Intentions into the world
Think before you speak and
Hold your tongue until you possess
A calmer mind and kinder words

Words have power
They are thought made manifest
And loosed into the world

-gws