NaPoWriMo Day 7 - Graveyard Shift

Graveyard Shift

You wake up with the setting sun,
darkness calling you to rise, as I
wind down for the night, replacing
you in the already warmed bed.
Your day begins as mine ends,
tomorrow it all begins anew, I wake,
you sleep, but that time we do share,
my lunch, your dinner, between shifts,
I would not trade for the world.

NaPoWriMo Day 6 - Chess Master

Chess Master

Viewing the world in checkered squares,
each piece analyzed, examined, its place,
potential, future, all recorded in his mind.
The pawns may wish to rise, rise, rise,
become a queen, their goals seem paltry,
he decides, each move a means to his end.
Carefully placed, gently moved, one square,
one square traveled at a time, never rushing
across the board, never upsetting the balance,
the pieces never know they have been moved,
until home is far away, they can never return,
another piece looms over, poised to rise,
until it too is sacrificed, subtly, as planned.
Checkmate.
Only the chess master wins.

NaPoWriMo Day 5 - Day Dreams

Day Dreams

World grows hazy, opaque sheen,
go exploring what can never be
stronger, smarter, every fantasy
you imagine, waiting to be seen
rooted in the realm of impossibility

Each grows wilder, easing gently
towards realization, acceptance,
a prison of the mind, a sentence,
lifelong, to always ponder intently
the things that will never come to be.

NaPoWriMo Day 4 - False Spring

False Spring

Here one day and gone the next
winter a guest having overstayed
his welcome, waiting for spring
which will not come to stay.
A knock at the door, the bell
rings throughout, announcing
guest's arrival, but he crosses
not the threshold, does not enter,
dangles at the entrance, too brief,
gone once again.

NaPoWriMo Day 3 - The Stone

The Stone

The stone stands strong, unwavering
through storm and sun and time
never struggling, staying in place,
until at last the elements eat away,
chisel away, carve away, to dust.
Nothing remains of the proud rock
which seemed to weather so well
everything that was thrown its way

NaPoWriMo Day 2 - Choice

Choice

Traveling along a smooth wide trail
admiring nature, not leaving the path
until a fork erupts.

All is stopped.

Left, turn back around, or right,
blaze forward or venture off anew
where no clear path can be seen,
impossible to know what lies in store,
what may be found, what may be lost,
decisions must be made, dusk at hand.

Neither light nor dark adorn the air,
something in between rests overhead.
Is there right, wrong, best, or worst?
Or was taking a path that led here,
even reaching this fork, a mistake?
Too late to start over, no way to reset.

Decisions must be made.

Traveling along a smooth wide trail,
pondering past, stuck to the path,
a train breaking from the tracks.

NaPoWriMo Day 1 - Hope

Hope

Though it would be easier not to
subject oneself to the hypnotic
pull, tug, desirous reach of the mind.
Paving the path to disappointment,
stress, callousness, then disillusion.
Things which may not come to pass
linger as thoughts, fantasies, growing
stronger, taking root, sustenance
drained from the soul, feeding the desire
until there is no more. No more energy,
no more hope. The thought wilts away.

Time passes, there is room once more
hope, begrudgingly, returns as seed,
knowing the fate that it likely awaits.
Cycle begins anew, energy drained,
transferred, wasted with the wilting
leaves of the tree known as hope.
A cleansing rain, a ray of sunshine,
new life breathed into the dying bark,
color returns to the deep recesses,
deepest desire comes to fruition.
The most beautiful blossom erupts.