Summoned Me Hither

Snow has arrived with a blistering bite but still the bench summoned me hither. There is no need for a long speech for my laconic outpouring is insignificant to the beauty that only the eye can see.

My enigmatic smile shall not give it away either for my being amiable by nature as antiquated as that may sound. So I may see you there, if even for a passing.

When Church Bells Ring

When church bells ring with chimes that sing

As the ball clings sweet nothings

Yet send feelings of waves

That flutter the heart

Leaving it in limbo

Without a tempo

Or a beat

*The beat is the rhythm where tempo is the speed of the beat

Old Architecture

 

Photo by SLS. Oborowsky

Abandoned

Dreary but suspicious

Darkened only by a shadowed frame

For it’s alluring ancient look of stone walls stand erect

Yet surrounded by rubble

An ancient architect left without a roof

Mysterious, once occupied, is intriguingly enticing

Limited to only a fraction of the tales for it’s purpose of being

Existence

 

Home is where the heart is

Where the heart is family can be found

Family can be found to be the friends

To be the friends you desire will always be the ones by your side

The ones by your side are the ones who care the most

The ones who care the most will miss you the most when you are gone

When you are gone memories will live forever

Memories will live forever because of descendants

Because of descendants life goes on

Life goes on because we exist to live
© January 31, 2015

Season’s Greeting

Season’s greetings to you and your loved ones.

May all your dreams come true in the new year. May your home be filled with those you hold dear. May memories sing sweet thoughts long after.

Because a heart filled with love fills the empty spaces and the biggest gifts are the ones you cannot see.

And when a home is filled with people, it brings joy and the biggest surprises are the ones you cannot wrap.

Although a picture may say a thousand words, the memory that remains will always be within the heart.

Nature Sings

It’s silence solemnly musical

Drifting deeply into itself

Alone

Hugged by fog that blankets the forest

Discreetly whispering sweet nothing

Yet seductive

Fortunately sheltered from the sordidness of mankind

With a ghostly air flowing amongst it

Bringing alive nature that breathes

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Original

It’s silence solemn

Drifting

Alone

Hugged by fog

Discreetly sheltered

Wind whispering

Silently

seductive

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Second revision

It’s silence solemnly musical
Drifting deeply into itself
Alone
Hugged by fog that blankets the forest
Discreetly whispering sweet nothing
Yet silently seductive
*Although sheltered from the sordidness of mankind
With a ghostly air flowing amongst it
That’s life-giving

SLS Oborowsky

Aboriginals at War

Aboriginals in the war

Hidden behind the scenes

Acknowledged far too late, recognition forgotten, although there

They fought to protect from the wrath of war

In the forefront, a willingness to die to save others

Although late to acknowledge, forgotten no more

For they put themselves, selflessly for us, in front of arms

No longer forgotten, forever remembered

Aboriginals at war, our other veterans, must no longer be forgotten