Lines
Lines
By Maureen Ucles
A day without a written line is like
A life devoid of purpose
Ambling to and fro
Into narcissistic oblivion
Flat lining and submerged
Gasping for a final, labored breath
A moment,
A second,
In the nano
Without a written line-
Unfathomable, churning, grinding, crawling
Inching at a snail’s pace,
Yearning to be released,
Furloughed,
Unleashed,
From the heart and mind,
To the depths,
Depths of the soul
I so do make a conscious invitation,
To warmly embrace the Mead canvas
So softly, swiftly, sweetly, and effortlessly
Imbuing the inked feather with
Uncanny inspiration
Along the tranquil sea of aqua
Rays travel from point A to point B to infinity,
Horizontally bathed in the perpendicular hue of a vertical rose,
At the intersection of the twin parallel worlds
Congested scratches of mumbo jumbo
Fly on the autobahn
Bring life
Emerge without notice
Steps in rhythm
Reveal the unknown
The treasured pulped canvas
Demands more time than ever
To survey, reflect and mediate
Some semblance of meaning
Traversing the road less traveled
Purpose pleads its case
Peace encapsulates my being
Chaos reigns supreme
Embarking on pilgrimages . . . without destinations
Forces merge
Pathways unfold
Foraging their way
Thru the cobwebs
Prisms of grey
Into the light,
The light of day
By Maureen Ucles
A day without a written line is like
A life devoid of purpose
Ambling to and fro
Into narcissistic oblivion
Flat lining and submerged
Gasping for a final, labored breath
A moment,
A second,
In the nano
Without a written line-
Unfathomable, churning, grinding, crawling
Inching at a snail’s pace,
Yearning to be released,
Furloughed,
Unleashed,
From the heart and mind,
To the depths,
Depths of the soul
I so do make a conscious invitation,
To warmly embrace the Mead canvas
So softly, swiftly, sweetly, and effortlessly
Imbuing the inked feather with
Uncanny inspiration
Along the tranquil sea of aqua
Rays travel from point A to point B to infinity,
Horizontally bathed in the perpendicular hue of a vertical rose,
At the intersection of the twin parallel worlds
Congested scratches of mumbo jumbo
Fly on the autobahn
Bring life
Emerge without notice
Steps in rhythm
Reveal the unknown
The treasured pulped canvas
Demands more time than ever
To survey, reflect and mediate
Some semblance of meaning
Traversing the road less traveled
Purpose pleads its case
Peace encapsulates my being
Chaos reigns supreme
Embarking on pilgrimages . . . without destinations
Forces merge
Pathways unfold
Foraging their way
Thru the cobwebs
Prisms of grey
Into the light,
The light of day
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