If I only;…

If I had learned
what I was never taught

If I had discovered my mistakes
before I made them

If I knew when to keep my mouth shut,
erring with silence instead of words

If I kept my face sans expression.
instead of showing my mind

… But- I did not-
so now I am- regretful-
If only- Sometimes

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 22 July 2020

Counting Down from Zero

(Addendum to "Countdown")

Hastening to our Demise

Denying Duty, Distributing Destruction, Dismissing Destiny 

Wax’n Wane

(for Ross... I wish you were here to Beta-read this)

Flick’ring candles
burning down in melted puddles,
guttering out too soon; eclipsing light.

Movement, strong breezes,
a single wafting breath of air is all it takes to dim the brightness.

Or, a final breath that brings forth darkness,
for the ancient stars to hide their twinkling glow;
a flutter of release, of invisible wings.

Emptiness

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 4 June 2020

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Between Hope and Sorrow,

Between Spark and Flame;
Before Daybreak and after Nightfall,
there is the minute breath of something that waits for whatever comes next.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 22 May 2020

Paradox

I rarely know happiness…
but I often know joy
Joy of laughter,
Appreciation of art,
Satisfaction of literature,
Pleasure of music,
Delight of Nature
My bliss comes from the absurd
Mad, daft, childlike silliness
The play of words in my mind,
The taste of nonsense,
The sound of ambiguity,
The sight of incongruity
I play at Silly Buggers to keep from going crackers…
and yet Beauty calms my mind
Makes me buoyant
Ignites my core
Nourishes my soul
Restores me to the Light

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 7 March 2014

Audio Haiku

Eastern flute music

Calm and soothing as wind chimes

Piping like songbirds

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 21 March 2020

https://youtu.be/q6HbU9Mpcmw

Isms…“A rising tide lifts all boats.”

Economies are a river, a lake, a tidal estuary.

They ebb and flow with the moon, the monetary system, the market, and luck, or lack.

The waters belong to everyone until the flow is dammed;  shared growth is stymied by the hoarding of the few to starve and desiccate the many.

The only way we all survive, to blossom and bloom as a civilisation,
is to share the flow of wealth rather than pooling it all in the gilded heights and letting the many try to gather what they can — sip by sip —  as it trickles down to the low areas. 

Where there is enough for all, the few should not be drowning in it
while the many try to gather moisture from the arid sands of time.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

©17 May 2018