Posted in dreams, faith, job hunting, life, Personal, poetry

6/16: Perched

I’ve been working on different things, all while trying to let my body recover from over-exertion on Wednesday. Today, I did a few small things to help boost my visibility for social media work. But I also became a bit frustrated with the job hunt because I keep trying to break into that field and I get nowhere. And now my sites are down because I don’t have the funds at the moment to pay my hosting.
So I feel like I’m looking in the wrong direction, even though I’m good at social media. Anyway… the poem below is kinda how things feel right now. I feel up in the air, which is how I am in the poem. Enjoy!

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Precarious perch
Where do I
Land?
The fence below is
Full.
So here
I
Perch.
On a wire just above.

I see land on
Both sides.
One is safe
But
Plain.
Grassy flat land
As far as
My eyes can see.

Others there mill around.
I cannot tell if
They bother
Looking up
Anymore.
Do they wonder
What may be
Beyond the fence?
Do they see the fence?

The other side is
Rocky.
Uneven.
I would be unsure
Where to safely
Land.
Less of my kind
There.
The unknowns
Outweigh
The knowns.

The clouds have
Yet to lift.
I hear they may.
Soon.
I cannot
Stay
On this wire
Forever.

~Amanda

Posted in life, nature, poetry

6/12: Change

The wind
Speaks
A language
Many do
Not
Understand.

Trees respond to the
Wind.
They know
The others
Native tongue.
While humans
Remain clueless.

The water join the
Conversation.
Its own words spanning
Across time and
Miles.
It tells the trees of
Change coming.

Fire and earth
Renew their pact
With the wind,
The water,
And
The trees.
Change is
Inevitable.

But they will survive.

Posted in creativity, depression, peace, poetry, politics, writing

6/10: The Prize

The envelope torn.
The card blank.
No winner.
No loser.
No one left
To claim a prize
No one bothered
To save.

The circle continues.
Fire
Fueling
Fire.
No one
Stops.
The prize.
Chemical hate.
No one gets the prize.

The envelope burns.
The card long turned
To ash.
No losers left
To be the
Runner up.
Skies changed.
No going back.

APA 2017

Posted in artsy stuff, life, Personal, poetry, society

6/1: Woven

[I wrote this back in 2012 in a notebook that I just rediscovered in storage today.]

Intertwined.
Breathing.
Up and down.
Backward
Forward
Weft and Warp.

One color meets another.
Crossing each other
Maybe to meet again
Or not.

Humanity moves
Breathes
Passing each other
Once, maybe again.
Touching briefly
Or for life.

I knew you once.
Passed through life
Briefly.
Once.
Maybe twice.
Warp and Weft.
Back and forth.

One strand
Holds
The weight of 
Those that come
Before
And
After.

Shall we meet
At another
Junction
Again?
Or never to be?

The fabric we
Become
The humanity
Of our 
Woven lives.

We each are
One strand.
But we become
So.
Much.
More.

APA 2012

 

~Amanda