Quiet Confidence

Oh my how the road
Can become dark so quickly
What once was well illuminated
Now stands in crushed shadows

But we know our steps
And have walked the terrain
In previous journeys 

The river still waits
Its banks overflow
With expectation

Standing in the cool foam
A thousand tree limbs rush by
Debris from summer’s memory
Washing away forgotten voices

It all looked so dark
A moment ago
But I knew when I arrived, I remembered
Some things are so much stronger 
So much more reliable
Than I will ever be

That Drowsy Feeling

She lilts as sun spins to her other side
Rivers of “blood” move into her heart
Bringing with it a coolness that triggers events

“You again”, she says. “What can I do for you?”
“You know. Just do whatever you do.
No expectations.”

“I like you. You’re easy.”

The music begins and slowly starts the crescendo.
Blackbirds panic in perfect harmonious murmurations
Clouds can’t decide whether or not to stay for the whole show
But we’re ok with that, they always end up contributing
Woodwinds blow through triplet leaves in perfect step
Songbirds strike out in dance, eating gnats and flies
And percussive rustles in hidden shadows offer sweet backup

“Lovely, lovely!” I blurt like an unruly audience member.
Everything stops for a second. She smiles.
Behind the acoustic wall of mountains
Clouds have joined in, dispersing sun’s energetic offerings

Sky on fire, sky on fire!
Reflected glory, blood cells in her heart
It’s all just too much, this orchestra of masses
Organized, seemingly chaotic, symbiotic

Within minutes, the wave returns to its ocean
A brief silence broken only by wind’s persistence
Wind hates to stop the jam.

“How’d we do?” she asks.
“Brilliant, as usual my dear. Thank you.” 
I bow to her.
“See you tomorrow?” she asks.
“Of course.”

The Joy of Light

The Joy of Light

We are all grass
Among many grasses
The lone portrait
Is a lie
We live 
Among the thickets
In the dust
Always at the ready
To fight or die
In darkness
Death keeps us still
In deep shadows
We grope
For knowledge
And assurance
When the light comes
We rejoice
The celebration
Of life 
Of color
Of comforting revelation

Straight of of the camera photography – Botanicals – Mission Trails San Diego – Music “Touch the Stars” By me, poem, by me ©2018 Mark Steven Wade


You were there
Watching me skip stones
Falling headlong
Into cold waters
Learning to swim
Learning to drown

You were there
Last night
Hiding in the reeds
Slapping me
Out of it

Awake now.
See you 

what is a meta for?
if it’s not a metaphor, if it’s not an analogy

maybe it’s an anaphor…metagy?

double exposure photograph and some applied textures