BEING. REFLECTED.

BEING. REFLECTED.

(A SERIES OF THOUGHTS, STORIES, AND POEMS)

BY SAMUEL PETERSEN 

©2017
SAMUEL PETERSEN

02-22-18

Desperate times in fish bones find and she is silent

Sadness spent in raindrops time

Her heart like sheets of ice

The clouds are heavy today and curtain fogs blanket a lonely loam

The old mother is content in her subject’s lugubrious squall

Winds like whispering good-byes

Her touch like river stones

She stares at me…

There is enmity and pity in her eyes.

Home is everywhere and still, it feels alone

In guilt and envy the god's premeditated man

Crossing oceans for knowledge sake

A gulf with burnt remains tell of stories like smoke from a flame

A prostitute has a heart and her madam controls the strings

We are free, only as a kite is with the wind

There is light on the horizon only to leave behind a trail of dark

The earth is simple-

So simple, that death is the only answer to existence

Hands that toil will eventually rest

Eyes that blink will one day shut

Lungs with breath will soon want for air

The soft skin of a lovers touch will shortly melt off their bones like ice in a summer’s sun

I felt kisses once-

I knew of embraces-

Families gathered-

Children played-

Now the only sound is the hollow moan of earth’s breath.

02-21-18

Naked trees give praise-

Branches like arms worshipping Eloheim

Walking into eternity isn’t simple-

The bridge from earth to heaven is full of unknown.

Breath is a gift-

So is joy

So is pain

Sadness like a salve,

Happiness like a bandage,

The wound is our weakness.

Bleeding slowly every day, until judgment comes.

01-05-18

OLD MAN WINTER

He tells the tale of your soul

An eternal entity of cold, ice, and snow

The blessed feel his presence

Children worship frozen crystals on display

However, make no mistake…

He’s as brutal as he is merciful

Taking with every give

Suffocating life in a blanket of white

As real as temporary art

Submitting to heat

Forcing cold

Raindrops chrysalis in natures womb

Recycled sky-spit from albino atmosphere

As it form fits an environment…

Yes, he control’s them!

Prey if you must, he is the predator

Contemplate his wisdom as he drops ice cream rain

Flavorless, taunting you and your buds

Momentary stalactites clearly bleed in the sun

Wander too far and you’re done

Stay too close and you’ve missed the point

Like a detective, snow tracks your every step

Don’t dismay in vain

It’s your pleasure* he seeks

As he awaits a turn at the wheel

Summer’s springing fall and he’s the one who tripped

A giant with the evolutionary taste for human flesh

Absorbed through your skin

Ingested by a picturesque girl spinning with her tongue out

A greeting card revolving door with hallmark fabrications

It’s never perfect...unless you make it that way

As we dance, he’s the marionette

Dangling like bait on a string

Holes in the water...how is that possible?

If you step in one you’ll know

Slowly digested by the only earth we know

He’s like the cleanser you never expect

Eventually bubbles pop but where do they go?

Continuous energy taking different forms

The season who shall not be named like J.K.’s Voldemort

...Oops, I guess I’m cursed

I think I’ll accept our fate?

(*playing, throwing, making angles, shoveling, eating, or sledding in his dandruff like a boss)

12-13-17

WORDS MELT ETERNITY

When Winter Winds Whip -

Everyone Ecstatically Exclaims We Must Endure!
Extra Muster Will Meet Expectations.

Every Wise Word Wilts Without Work.

Men Weep While Women Marvel.

Earth’s Mystery Magically Manifests -

Ethnicities Exemplify Marble Worlds!

Mapping Maths Eternal Weapon Whilst Wanting More -

Eleven Minus Eight Equals Everything.

My Whimsical Man Wish...Mate, Meat, Money!