Tag: Spring

March 19, 2024

Vernal Equinox

Last week, my boss kept moving our scheduled one-on-one; I’m still trying to figure out why. When I arrived at work yesterday, I missed a late Friday afternoon chat message asking if I was available for a quick chat. I apologized for not responding at that time. She told me it was no worries and we would chat later. We did not have that conversation.

My workload continues to overwhelm me, particularly with the efficiency of the communications process, communications governance, and the implementation of a new payment supplement I’m currently handling. Although I have applied for less demanding roles (on paper), I need a new strategy to change my situation.

Today is the Vernal Equinox, the first day of Spring.

Happy Tuesday.

The Void

From the equinox through the solstice, I’ve watched the passing of each new moon. So much of my time spent in darkness. I don’t know what to think anymore.

It’s a disturbing notion.

The abortion of love and compassion gives life to relentless greed. I watched the death of strangers and felt the weight of grief. My mind can’t process this reality.

I keep losing the words of a prayer. The sky reveals a suppressed sadness; a pending tragedy. There is no finale.

I’m not ready; I wish this would end so I can sleep again.

Dark Times

Voodoo ebb and flow; Summer setting on the horizon. My fancy white linen crumples to a dirty gray mound. Wicked vibes are rippling. The days are getting shorter; I can feel the chill of darkness behind me. Another spell is cast. Night is expected and still disturbing.

Get Away

Spring rolled through like bruised apples; the house still smells like Winter. Somewhere is a missed opportunity. Summer is turning into hot pumpkin lattes. No one gives a cent because someone is hoarding coins—yadda, yadda, yadda, dum-dum diddy. We lost our getaway, our annual moment of jubilee.

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I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is abrasive. The wounds have blurred my vision. The Winter took its toll, but the groundhog predicted an early Spring.

Spring Cleaning

muddy_oak_400From March into April,
treading slowly through
the deep muck of despair.

Adversity attacking
my health and sanity.

Pleasant memories erased;
this cruel environment
taking its place.

Working hard to change
the way I see things;
removing the garbage,
cleaning the mud off the floor.

Favorable

hqdefaultA soft and sensual silhouette;
Springtime in the distance.
Gentle breeze whispering anecdotes;
Sunlight’s smile so reminiscent.

Lingering behind the shadows;
Hiding those deeply rooted affections.
Questioning whether this familiar road
Holds a favorable direction.

Ground Hog Day

punx-phil_wide-f5538c38d419577b08da8bb8da820ee533859c04-s700-c85Today, in Punxsutawney, Pa., Phil the ground hog did not see his shadow therefore; we will have an early spring.  I am looking forward to the end of winter and if this forecast is accurate then I will be a happy man.  I hope that this delightful change in seasons will allow my mind to rest and my body to return to full nights of sleep.  The thought of dreaming again is a nice sentiment.

Interim

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He saw her face again, under a
different circumstance; memories
still lingering within the fragrance.

What they had was but a diversion;
the acquaintance of familiarity
at a fork in the road.

Their attraction was the means
for her mental distraction from
the cuts and abrasions inflicted
by so much broken glass.

The prick of affection; skin
bleeding from the vulnerability.
His heart believed what
her words conceived.

The autumn breeze became
a deep winter freeze; waiting
for the spring thaw, in silence.
Their connection severed by expectations
the distance to great to overcome.

She turned the other way,
someone new caught her eyes.
Love was the guarantee;
the promise of their demise.

Moments

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I have forgotten the
smell of spring rain; the
birth of joy
a distant memory.

Cherry blossoms
fell like snow;
trampled by the feet of
dockets.

I was burned
by the heat of summer;
my body branded “a fool”.

The muscle in my chest
dried out; love consumed
by a lasting drought.

I was touched
by the autumn breeze;
my mind could not comprehend.

The nerves beneath my skin
deadened by time;
humanity evaporated
by the constant abuse.

I tilt my head away
From the sunrise; waiting
for the sunset.

Winter is coming;
I will be left
out in the cold.