Momentary Complications

Something

not yet said

collapses, momentarilly

complicating

the poem’s beginning.

And so,

silence

once again

has its 

claim

on me.

Though thought

be broken,

the swell of a song

flaunts the heart, 

right here, right now.

Eagerly

I catch sight 

the silent migrations

of rendered interpretations

and begin to think –

what, if 

anything,

can be gained from this.

What be 

the connecting thread

originating from

abandoned words

that previously held

moments of unabashed

self-expression.

Eyes and mind vividly alive,

newly sparked with courage,

carry on – leaning hard

in to everything.

Always there’s memory –

imperious its eye,

seductive its pull,

strategic its maneuvering.

Silent commotion as the words

start moving, pulling, revolving within

vistas of thought – images tugging,

figures melding together, passing

through black then white

and all else in between.

Lives, loves, losses

and forgotten miracles too –

all fatigued over time

as life paces on,

making possible

our daily continuance.