In and Out of Focus

“A cold, cold darkness and past confusion is quickly calling yeah, all of my illusions.” 

(With thanks to Blue Cheer)

Everything feels like yesterday except yesterday;
everything feels like today except today.

Decades-old memories are easily summoned;
last week’s barely recognisable.

Childhood dreams still glitter like stars;
last night’s dreams read as unmemorable.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 27 August 2015

Who are you now?

"At Sixty One" (with thanks to Janis Ian) 

 

Anyone who knows me at all knows my worst enemy is Self.

I am Compassion, Empathy, Understanding, Reason,

Patience, Forbearance, Reckless Endurance, Pain;

Complacency never contemplated as a possible option
 or underachievement a considered goal.

If you believe in it then do it, if not, why are you acting?

If it’s your truth, then shout it, if not, then why do you speak?

 

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 8 August 2015

I'm ‘FIXING a HOLE’ where the rain gets in

(with thanks to Lennon and McCartney)

There is a hole deep inside me that reverbs and echoes

filled with mirrors and memories,
with darkness, and light.

I try to fill it with joy and appreciation,
with music, with colour,
with starlight and sun.

The emptiness pleads for praise and affirmation
requesting endorsement,
demanding replies.

All I can tell it is that Echo answers
the wind sweeps the raindrops,
and Light fills the gloom.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 11 August 2015

“Maybe the Last Time, I don’t Know”

(with thanks to Mick Jagger and Keith Richards)

Each sorrow, each loss, each terror, each tear
I ask myself, “Is this it?  Is it over?”

Each joy, each blessing, each present, each smile
I ask myself, “Will I know this happiness again?”

Things always happen without warning,
both the bad and the good;
even the expected happens suddenly.

Each moment is its own surprise.

How can one prepare for cataclysm or bliss?

If we go through life always expecting endings and beginnings;
making each “so long” a potential “goodbye”
how do we ever find time to live?

And yet, when one is aware of time, how do we not?

We can only pay attention and appreciate each moment:
happy or sad, frightened or peaceful, angry or content
for that is how we understand our blessings.

That is how we learn to say goodbye, as well as hello;
that is how we learn to live.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak 
© 3 August 2015