Foolish Wishes (a touch of irony?)

To wish, in a sense, is a frivolous thing
Mere words in the wind without weight, shape or form?
What good can a wish to a living time bring
Can it end boring habits from everyday norm?

How can Wishes and Dreams ever make someone happy?
Can you send them to anyplace useful or great?
Spending money on wishes seems awfully sappy
Can it ever put food on a hungry child's plate?

I have thought some on wishes with decision still pending
I am not very certain how widely they reach
This missive on wishes will soon reach its ending
I am not very certain what it is that they teach


2011/05/02
Please take a moment to click on the links in the 2nd and 3rd stanzas and read about some wishes that have made wonderful impacts

Carnelian

Twas years gone by, more than I recall, the sand beneath her feet
The warrior lass, who ne'er did fall, stood in the morning sun
It fell upon her stately form, light armor shined and neat
The stance which had become her norm and caused the weak to run

So long ago, when her father fell, she guarded him with ire
A tender age lost to battle's hell, she let no foe come near
'til battle won, and cast his limp husk into the funeral pyre
Then trained she well, from dawn until dusk, to give no home to fear

The darkness soon, it became her friend. She stood within it, tall
Her soul denied, with her childhood end, the bonny joy of youth
And so she stood before all her kin, resolve'ed ne'er to fall
Leather and steel now embrace her skin, and have become her truth

Her battles: fierce, her vic'tries many, a champion forged and smart
Her temper fair, decisions canny, in elven lore renowned
The golden sword, carnelian stone, hard and darkened heart
She took no mate but stands not alone, with kith and kin she's found

Then rose she did as she gained repute, princess of common stock
A legend born, and none would refute the regal nature there
They bade her rule, this reluctant queen, denied her childhood frock
Accept she did and upon this scene she ruled them stern and fair

I tell you now, as I breathe my last, before my memory's lost
how she was loved by all those she passed, a love profound and deep
And still she reigns,o'er our minds and farms, but queen at such a cost
The little girl who cried in my arms, and slept her final sleep

2011/04/24
Image courtesy of Naergi

or to be naught ... as I am

To be
or not to be
or to be naught
...as I am


I see what I don't
with these eyes that are naught
The world lives outside
of this cage that I've wrought

A length holds me here
I will fly nevermore
Forever at anchor
on a fog shrouded shore

Freedom? remote;
for it isn't to be
A prisoner held
but the keeper is me

Living my hell
in a gray, self imposed
feeling no more
with a heart long since closed

Pity me not
no, no tears to be shed
I knew what I did...
at least, that's what I said

Fly away. Leave me
alone in my grave
No resurrection;
there's nothing to save

My due has been served
and the piper has come
At the end of my chain
I am comfortably numb.

--2010/03/15
photo courtesy Lauren Weyland and Bryn Oh

Truth

I pour, I drink
I choose to think
I seek the brink
and peer beyond

I seek the truth
inside my youth
(long in the tooth
my youth begone)

Reality
knows naught of me
I look to see
what can be drawn

I walk back to
what I once knew
when I withdrew
and this become.

--2011/03/12
photo courtesy Suzen Juel

Found?

Here I sit (what I've become)
Master of what I survey
Naught of value

Here I dream (what may be?)
looking beyond what holds me
looking beyond my future
looking

I see the world
out of reach
out of focus
out of patience with me...
... and I shrink
I fade
I wither
I realize...
... it must be me
that cares
that pushes
that dreams

For, if not me then
I am lost.

--2011/03/12
photo courtesy of Suzen Juel

Lost?

Lost to me
hidden in a place removed from
all that I understand

I reach out
... to touch
... to feel
... to regain something
that I can no longer find

Once here, once real, once...
was it mine?
"once mine"?
the words feel foreign, distant, false

Can I claim as mine what I cannot touch?
what I cannot feel?
what I cannot...
or can I?
Is it gone, or am I?
Am I here?
am I real?
Am I?
Was I?

Or, was I the dream
hidden in a place removed from
everything?

--2011/03/12
photo courtesy Suzen Juel

Dreaming of you

Dream I now of holding close
the warmth I've drempt of times forgotten
Feel I now the skin so supple
drown me with a heady joy

Think I now of words so tender
spoken with a voice so true
holding in my mind, the image
Dream I now of holding you

2011/03/12