Category: writing

fade

Image of a writing journal and a pencil. — *Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash*

i am old ink fading
on paper browned
save a prayer
to send on the wind
after me for
when i am gone

06 Sep 25

slumberinthat

chilldaycrawl
intobedcavegrey
turnofftheworld
sleepysadweary
slumberinthatplace
wherethereis
notevenme

05 Sep 25

upcycle

how to upcycle a life
of mistake, misfit
and misgivings?

tug at the seams
pull out the stitching
let panels fall to a pile
trim off the worn
stained and blemished
fill in with color
with what remains and
sew back together
with a passion

that, my friends, is
how to upcycle a life

05 Sep 25

forever

same same same lame
same lame same
looking for a new sound
new shade new way
new taste new move
new love new dream
but everything's same

who wants to live
forever anyway?

04 Sep 25

tossing a rune — 04sep25
nauthiz
```
relearning to
read the winds again
to bend an ear to oak
to let her river
wash over me
to rise within smoke
```
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is nauth i z, which has a core meaning of “need”. Alternative translations have been “hardship” or “constraint”. Among the interpretations, nauthiz is seen as a indicative of a transition or transformation, a period of learning or strengthening of resilience, lacking, and impermanence — inclusive of other related concepts.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
04 Sep 25

before the jading

a close up shot of jade rings — *Photo by Nam Lê on Pexels.com*

back before the jading
i wore trust on my sleeve
heart portable,
to give away free
but that was
back before the jading

might i carve to whale
with the piling up
of so much green
had i the skill,
i might carve to whale

but time has drifted
and i, a drifter from dream
suspicious of dealers in jade
unlike those days
without whales
back before the jading

03 Sep 25

falling

having slipped through the land
last night, here, through
this clay stuff found under feet
i wondered at my mouth
forgetting the words to speak
and realize we are blind
and none can hear
what i say in the anyway

including me.

so i gave over to falling
until i could fall no more
and sat unexpectant down
there in the below
waiting for the dark sun days
to call me back up, out 
and forth, but only
if what is when might be

02 Sep 25

tossing a rune — 02sep25
isaz
```
she walks in beauty
casting autumn in rime
with every step and pale

i have watched her
coming over hill and vale
learning to give to stone
```
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is isaz, which has a core meaning of “ice”. Ice is associated with beauty, stillness, stasis/preservation, the present moment and cold.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
02 Sep 25

stolen knot wings broken

black bird perching on concrete wall with ocean overview — *Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com*

she returned
my stolen knot wings broken
and gave me whale
mixed with trinkets and scorn
to prove that she was well

she is not well

i slipped my wings
gently back on
gave the whale
to my pocket
to contemplate
later on

slipping through door
in the wee soul hours
shuttered and locked behind
wayfaring the north road home

02 Sep 25

nightroam

*Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash*

i star wanderdust
that medicine trail
waiting on wraiths
to wayfind me long

all pretty the horses
before their storm while
my striding of that
nightroam north

01 Sep 25