Indifference

Clouds creep up from the rear

like the natural march of indifference

intent on a search and destroy

of the sky’s so heavenly blue.

It’s a silent but deadly approach

like the reality of a ghost

unseen but felt and known to be

an ineffective and useless guard

at the heart’s unmarked border post.

So crosses indifference speedy and swift

into the haven of love’s settled state

a warrior, gunman, thief, murderer,

in rampant and raging disregard

for what is intended to be.

And the sky that once vibrant and blue

succumbs to a dim and dull overlay

like the eyes of love once fearlessly clear

now brushed with the strokes

of complete indifference.

Flutter, flutter, and I flutter eyelids

simply today to no avail

because indifference begets indifference

in terms of section one hundred and three

of the perceived playact of life!

The meaningful

She lurks on the side lines amazed and dismayed

and sometimes amused at how humans behave

when embroiled in life’s so many small things

that keep them distracted from the meaningful.

Yet too does the meaningful lurk in the shadows

always in hope of being found and discovered

and it waits and it waits, oh, how it waits

but it ages, you know, like we all do.

I wonder sometimes how it would be

if the meaningful died before being found

and how many would grieve and mourn the loss

when busy, so busy, with the small things.

Now small things exist; they do have a purpose,

but alone they become the “be and end all”

and create a sense of mere self-importance

in those who do not seek and discover.

But look in the shadows; feed the meaningful

and give to the small things enhanced purpose

so all of the things we do and will do

become plain and simply … meaningful!