my poetry and random scribbles

From my dark room, I looked out my window in to a crisp winter night -
like dust from a shattered moon, a million pieces of something blanketed the grass and trees;
they looked like stars that had lost their way and fallen from a lonely sky.
So bundled up, I stepped outside and stood among the scattered debris;
one by one, hour after hour, I placed them all back in the sky’s bosom
where they sparkled above a heart that too had lost its way -
what had fallen was lifted up to once again reflect the light of the hidden sun;
and my heart…it found its path by that light – it could see the hope of a new day.

Rick Garrett © 2012

This one tired wing,
it’s feathers gently sway,
rhythmic waves in burning wind;

it’s my only strength,
my faithful friend, a measure of faith -
balancing me as the other mends;

torn between hope and imperfection,
I surrender my fear, I lean on my ruffled wing -
and it flies, heroically carries me out of devastation.

Rick Garrett © 2012

I blame myself, but spit at the world,
stomp my feet and wonder why,
reach for the sky and wish I could fly!

On the tail of each breath, I ache to be free,
from my choices, my growing mess,
from the world’s wicked flesh…

Meanwhile, crows yell obscenities outside my door,
to each other they scream,
but it’s me that is pushed to flee.

So I run towards the shore
and fall before its gentle waves -
underwater will soon take the day.

Captivated, I watch the slow burn of the sinking sun,
its quiet surrender catches me by surprise,
so I nestle in the sand as it gives way to a brilliant night.

Suddenly, I feel my heart slow down…it exhales…
and stillness settles in to my breath -
my freedom, my peace…claimed with silent wealth.

Rick Garrett © 2012