Life Is.

Life is unexpectedly carnal.
Unexpectedly colorful.
Unexpectedly riotous, sad, empty,
abundant.

Life twists and turns
like brambles, like ivy,
beautiful and consuming,
deadly green.

Life is rife with grace,
beaten to death with condemnation,
out of control, yet
not exactly.

Life drains you,
fills you,
simultaneously,
always in flux,

An empty spiritual container
with a hole, draining from the bottom,
filling from the top,
with no relation between the two

except what you allow,
a Jackson Pollock maelstrom
of colors chosen by others
that we can only corral

briefly;
a whirlwind of confusion
that never stops
until you do.

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Sometimes life gets so complex I just have to stop and regroup, take stock of where I am, map it all out, so that I don’t get overwhelmed, or things don’t fall through the cracks. Today is one of those days. As I began, this poem had the nerve to pop into my mind, and all other work stopped.

The picture was taken at the Sterling Rennaisance Faire in Sterling, NY. You can click on for a larger view.

Tom