When life’s a lot of thorns without a rose

When life’s a lot of thorns without a rose


The  longest  moment  Hangs
in slow motion in a dusty picture frame
Its brass tacks pin it down
Like cornerstones up on a Wall ―

Gathered memories lay bare ;
a frozen ache chiseled in stone

Love can build a bridge

Love can burn it down
to ashes
on some rocky shoal

Smoke on the water
seeping far down into the cold
deep waters flow .

Silence aches
frozen in the sum of an unspoken voice ―
a deeper understanding shapes
pleasure and denial

When life’s a lot of thorns
without a rose


written by: h.a. rivers © ... 4am ... 11/18/2017

Where is the Strength to be Strong ?

Where is the strength to be strong?

For strength is not a passing season;
it does not come and go lightly,
by and by

The true nature of stalwart love is unconditional ,..
an enduring friendship , in and of itself ,

 cannot pass alone ―

Strength knows not colour
nor measure of dark or light
The creed of its roots ;
the plea of its strife,
within misery becomes belief

Yet is the sorrow felt a contradiction?
Our own vision's
day by day devise
to bear diminishing life?

Where is the strength to be strong?

The doubt in faith that ebbs and flows;
lost in gravity of deepest oceans'
blackened push and pull?
No matter the despair embraced
that which makes the broken feel whole

Where is the spirit to be strong?
The verve that emboldens strength?

A Life driven by a Will to BE ― is ―

Manifesting transformation ,..

Rise up the hidden fountain springs within
where all waters begin

Sturdy strength ― Resilient and strong
" Never enough " belies love’s urgent calling

" Never enough " is of enslaving device
a fleeting moment
ne'r  a candle burnt out

The Will to BE
  is always enough!
    to BE ―

© Harlon Rivers ... 1. 06. 2017

note: written for a struggling friend, 

and for anyone who can relate to the side affects 

of life's waning wintertide ...