Again..something to work on

Having broken their bodies and shields against the walls
The knights of St. John stood with renewed hearts and
Uncluttered minds, Washed clean of worry and fears

For the Seafarer in me?

They hush and whisper, swoon and guile
Lips pressed secrets passed rushed winged warnings
Tripping over thoughts and flights of fancy
Wishing outloud over startling laughs of madness
Etching meeger outlines for the days new course.

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......something new to work on and flush out. Fun what the mind comes up with after a Guinness or two while watching Deadliest Catch

A Start

Shades of green tails dancing to the wavering whispered breaths
Their hint of chill raises the hair on her neck and warmth in her heart
Blushed cheeks touched by splintered rays of light seeking through
The wandering clouds, she's swept up in frolic with sticks and stones littered about her feet.

Notes to myself

Sometimes I just need somewhere to drop the lines that pop into my head, like this one
"Walls of dusted scars"
Later I'll come back to this one and the others...to continue....complete and continuously revise.....

Not mine

Some 'light' reading and came across this:

The Exile

She surely raised her bairns well,
Taught us strength and pride,
Gave us love o' homeland,
But couldna' make us bide.

We set off young, we set off auld,
In search of pastures new
Yet, one by one, along life's way
Find little that would do.

We have our homes, we make a life
On every foreign shore;
Choose a husband, find a wife,
And still we yearn for more.

To soothe a restless, aching heart
We chase another scheme,
Follow one more rainbow
Yet we never still the dream
Aye, she let us go so easily
With never a backward look.

But...how could we know as we sailed or flew
Our heart was a baited hook,
With a line as long as we want it to be
To wherever we may roam,
Till...out of the blue, with one sharp tug "Mother Scotland" reels us home.

Fading light

Gravely breaths push life into his sandy cheeks as he lies quietly upon the cedar planks
Sixty years of sea salt hasnt stifled the relaxing scent of northern woodland winters
The comforting roughness beneath his fingers as he stretches out and opens himself to the sky above.......

.....blocked....I need rest and a vacation

Monday mumblings and tired hands

Wretched wreck of father's first son, wandering through the maze he has recklessly spun.

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The body is rather beat up today despite my attempts to relax it over the weekend. Then again so is my psyche. I'm trying to get motivated but the last few weeks have been tough and tiring and neither my mind nor my heart are into a lot except playing with the kiddos, training 4-5 days a week and CG work. these are the things that keep me motivated right now. Got to find the 'corner' and get around it. I'll keep looking.