Thought Salad

Tag: death

  • Destiny

  • Homecoming

  • The forging

    The forging

    It’s strange how routine invades, Makes even the most bitter event feel somehow okay again. Changes things, Smoothing them into the way they’ve always been again. I am a blade, Honed by hands wiser In the forges of my destiny Each blow that lands Meant to strengthen Until finally, I am dipped in the oil…

  • Sunday memories

  • Road at my back

    Road at my back

  • Clairvoyant

    Clairvoyant

    The second day of January came in like a lion, making me wonder if the year was shaping up to be the one of clarity I’m craving so much. Perhaps I became concerned about low visibility because of the blowing snow, but it was probably seeing the Jeep a few cars ahead spin into the…

  • Darkness and light

    Darkness and light Neither exists without the night And the day to light the way Both within, Always without To cast away one Is to let in the doubt Breathe in the air Exhale the earth Sister and brothers Death after birth Endless the loop Of laughter and pain Grief and suffering Humour and gain…

  • Death and the Mother

  • High water

    Today started far too early. I woke before the dawn, unable to still my racing thoughts. Monday’s are a struggle, especially with too little sleep. But even though my list of things to do is short, it’s left me somehow bereft, at sea with myself. I hold onto the board and wonder how I got…

  • Hands

    Hands

    Hands Guiding, shaping holding on, letting go supportive, frail My hands stretch out sometimes to catch, sometimes to wave goodbye, watching the soul take flight into the huge, never ending sky. Veins of my grandmother, who I loved very much I would play with them as a child, fascinated by the way they would wiggle…