Walking in the chaos

What is it like to feel, the moment the weather breaks, good or bad?

pens and pegs

Walking in the chaos

Blind in the darkness,
No one needs another nomadic writer in the human race,
Caught in the dust storm,
Three thousand miles of chaos on a weather beaten face.

Some days we write too much story,
Some days we want to shed the stereotype,
What can we make in each the moment,
What can live or die without ever knowing openspace.

Twisted somewhere upon the wind and clouds,
Just to fall upon another piece of foreign ground,
Stranger to the collision, stranger to the land,
Still we walk on in the darkness.

Some days we write too much story,
Some days we want to shed the stereotype,
What can we make in each the moment,
What can live or die without ever knowing openspace.

Maybe it might sound better,
If it were written on some cotton rag,
Or fashioned in some woven silk,
But does that change the words, or just the medium of time.

Some days we write too much story,
Some days we want to shed the stereotype,
What can we make in each the moment,
What can live or die without ever knowing openspace.

Words in the darkness,
On the long nights they find us wide awake,
Wondering to wander faraway beneath the stars,
Blind in the darkness, like playing music beneath an urban light.

Some days we write too much story,
Some days we want to shed the stereotype,
What can we make in each the moment,
What can live or die without ever knowing openspace.

No time like it out there, the places we do go,
Listening for the sounds, walking don’t you know.

21 responses to “Walking in the chaos

    • Thanks, Sky… πŸ™‚ Just riding the waves at the moment, for one reason or another. So lyrical is where things are resting, or in motion for the last week or so now..

    • Maybe take a few cuttings then, and propagate them a little, see where it takes you.

      Thanks, Meggie… πŸ™‚ it was only written on the weekend though, classic in time, or classic in the way it lives, and breathes?

      • At the time of writing, I did not realise it would turn out with its different personalities (meanings, potential derivatives, and interpretations). It was just going where it caught sight of something in the words πŸ˜‰ Thanks again, Meggie! πŸ™‚

  1. Loved your creations here specially – ‘Words in the darkness,
    On the long nights they find us wide awake’ as I coudn’t agree more. Loved the way you have put all these together into such a beautiful way

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