Portal of Time
© 2008 susan mucklow
A painful occurrence echoes in time
A bellow within an emotional sound
I’m gasping for air in a mental upheaval
Like a compass in need of balanced retrieval
Equilibrium tilts and up appears down
Temporal illusions are assaulting the mind
Familiar feelings and rude apparitions
Stir the memory forming needless suspicions
Bad dreams coalesce to splinter my peace
Distant forebodings are depression’s new feast
Nighttime intruders are uninvited, unwanted
I will disengage and release to continue undaunted
To replay the past and re-examine vexation
Is a vicious playground and false nature’s damnation
The thoughts being offered are not mine to rehearse
By refusing the fiction bygones are reversed
Catch the thief and forsake the false presence
So tormented nostalgia won’t rape my forgiveness
Phantom nightmares can’t project what is real
It takes more than a shadow or spokes in a wheel
Truth rightly interprets trouble and scourge
Weaving in concert both cowardice and courage
A darkened view just pits good against evil
But in absence of light heart still conquers cerebral
If I’m alive in the moment, awake and benign
I’ll interpret the past through translucent sound
Portal of time, transpose thy self in the now
Be my vessel of healing, I am humbled and bowed
Upon Awakening
© 2008 susan mucklow
Bodies on sand
Mind over matter
Pressure of the world
Rain cannot shatter
Diamonds in the hand
Cannot Be Named
© 2008 susan mucklow
The mind ponders its condition
In partnership with expectation
The more it tries to hold an image
It overlooks what could be given
Possibilities being offered
Demobilized for limitations
Counterfeit prefers the anguish
Of solving imaginary problems
I don’t need to be imprisoned
By the soul that’s compromising
What confines me in each moment
Is the way my mind’s responding
The boundary of my freedom
Is not the situation that I see
Resisting what’s occurring
Threatens only what’s perceived
Stretch the borders of my being
Dismiss the ache of my confinement
Uproot the thought that holds a penchant
To slant the past as it defines it
Who I am cannot be named
Reprove the label and misgiving
More than mental inclinations
Mark the moments I’ve been given
Passing the Torch
© 2008 susan mucklow
Cannot hold what I thought was mine
Or inherit what once defined me
False dream fired in furnace of time
Diminished in me by degree
The timing of the changing guard
Unmistaken or undisputed
The stone weighed heavy in my heart
Though its need was not refuted
Un-denied goodness of God
Though change resembled scolding
Transition felt just like a rod
But true desire is now unfolding
Mantle is not mine to wear
Hand fits not upon that helm
Round peg forced within a square
Denies the grace of a higher realm
Letting go of the perceptual take
On rightful heir of the succession
To run that race would be a mistake
If creativity is denied progression
I’d have stayed in place if only I could
But a different cast has moved me
Left to myself I’d cling to wood
When precious gold is mine for free
Esteem, applause, there is no blame
Please surpass my limitation
Passing a torch kindles the flame
Reviving hope and expectation