COLLECTING THOUGHTS; WRITING POEMS; BREATHING LIFE INTO RACING TIME

Week #22.... begin and end with the words "I surrender" I surrender t o the shape of the clouds a horse, a dragon and a flying heron… and when the thunder rumbles over, to all its animal sounds. I surrender to this upside down house, this chore of straightening, the trip and fall over the cricket bat, scattered trump cards on the floor, and as I slowly lose my cool the innocence fired, from  sundae faces and chocolate eyes. I surrender to the mistiness in your eyes, your strength to make this sodden trail  up to my broken heart, as I note the inequities,  accept apologies and let you care for a change. I surrender  to this society, trying so hard to stand still with its weight of sin for every 20 savage, 20 cowards,  and 10 drunks raising the stink those 50 humane, upright, aware of their burden but rising still. I surrender To this world, to its beauty, its animal, birds and plants, from the one celled amoeba to  the breach of a blue whale, from the hanging icicles of the

........that I find myself struggling with. Prompt #19.... Write on 'Uncertainity' Certain/Uncertain The road to certainty, winds along through  curves of uncertainty at every turn. When words won’t behave and gather up straight, You are certain to write but uncertain when. That we are all born human as science can prove, but many lives shorn of humanity, if only we knew. The longing for the summers is true of winter, that the summer would be a breathless grey gloom  of squalls, and starless black nights, nobody knew. That friendships were so fine, and my poems odes there would come a day when my chipped heart would  rise cavalier through the ashes of my closest bonds. Where uncertainty remains the only certain, and you  are certain the empty nest would visit you too, finally  you are powerful in owning and peaceful too. ____________________________________________________________________ Prompt #20 ...Waiting A depiction The opera of the garden reached his eager ea