Rise
I rise up
Every day
Cool air launching me
Rising out of a warm bed
I rise from my circumstances
I rise from the melancholy I feel
I rise up and move forward
I rise to bring encouragement
I rise to bring hope to others
I rise hoping this simple and profound act
Will ignite my soul alive
I rise so others will rise
I rise up
Rick Ellsmore
5.9.17
Written three days before my my mom’s death
She’s in Awe She stands Erect and strong Head tilted back Smooth neck seen And celebrated Her hair A golden reflection Of the stars Her eyes closed In intimate ecstasy She is lost Forever moving Into the night sky Golds, copper, silver The colors Of nature Surrounding her beauty As she slowly Breathes in The…
Long Haul Words popping Into my liquid mind The recent hike With a young man Ever present I’m not about going faster I’m about going longer Sharing the turtle analogy Over-enthusiasm and bullheadedness of no use Pushing through everything No longer desiring The pain and loneliness Coming with This choice in life Ahh, the wisdom…
Patience A crazy thing What is it? Why is It needed? Why so Damn hard? I knew The instant She laughed The twinkling Glowing essence Helping me To clearly see I would wait As long As it took Knowing she Is the Pot of gold At the end Of my rainbow The struggle real Causing…
I Speed The road Eaten up Roaring it’s delight As I ride Hard and wild Unadulterated pleasure Shown by An inviting Tongue Laying out Further With every Petal’s push Desiring me To bear down Welcoming Into every Corner And switchback All thoughts Of what Might happen Left many Miles behind Focusing on the Road right…
Words flowing Pieces fitting Ones that have Been non-fitting For a lifetime Been digging Through rock and clay Breaking shovel After shovel Splintered hands Stripped of skin Searching for answers Within the rubble Stumbling upon A deep chasm Jumping into An old cave Suffocating Offering rest From the ongoing Onslaught Listening to The spirits alive…
A Son’s Pain Seeing someone Go through Such pain Knowing she Continues her Onslaught Driving forward Causing pain And misery Every word Action Driving the Divisive sword Deeper Cutting away Relationship Moving the needle Closer to empty In a relationship That was already Teetering on Running Out of gas Moving forward No longer bound By…
