Poetry Of Tnava-le

  The beauty of nature fills my room Its sunlight piercing my eyes I've awakened to another morning Another chance to make progress in my life   Before I rise, I give thanks Grateful for another day given to me I think about the passions I continue to pursue And the talented one I am capable of being   When to move, when to be still There's a struggle with these two These 24 hours are like playing chess While deciding on which one I should NOW do   So many hours in a day Making me think there's plenty of time Yet the day can fly by so fast With little accomplished, I sometimes feel, in my eyes   It's been said that Rome wasn't built in a day But I feel like SOMETHING has to get done by me There are ones of many lives who I think about Who don't get these opportunities

  In this vast, complex city, it’s just after dark And here I am once again, alone with my thoughts   The hustle and bustle of the day, has somewhat quieted down Enabling me to have fewer distractions, as very few people are around   Even while walking down the main streets There’s some semblance of serenity and peace   As I reflect on the present, and think about the days gone by I suddenly hear a quiet rumble, coming from the dark sky   A slight drizzle has begun, brightening the pavement on which I walk With each drop that hits the ground, it seems to talk   Even harder the rain comes down, as I continue my stroll As it comes down on me, I feel a slight shiver, because it’s cold   Any pain that I have within, it seems to want to wash away As if it knows that I use the outdoors, to think and escape   I look up at the sky, spread my arms, and savor this time It’s as if the rain, knows the stresses of my...

  As we pursue our passions At times it seems like we labor in vain The world continues to turn Yet we still haven't made positive gains   Analyzing we begin to do Wondering what's causing this spinning of wheels There's this feeling of sand in our shoes There's this feeling of glue under our heels   Shackles we feel Are clapsed to our feet and wrists But as we look down to see them We discover they really don't exist   Are we doing everything right We speak in our minds Are we trying as hard as we can These thoughts are in us at times   The clock that times us all We feel we're racing against constantly Perhaps looking away from it would help Instead of the staring at it With worry, anxiousness and intensity  

  We shake our fists at the sky When the rain arrives unexpectedly We happily welcome the sight of the sun And applaud it excitedly   Many will angrily despise The amount of the snow But the skier who’s waited for its arrival Welcomes it in Colorado   The loudness of the thunder Will frighten many a soul, without a doubt But many in the dry lands Will hope that the rain that follows, will end the droughts   The man who drives the plow Makes his money, when the snow Comes down in buckets And cascades over Ohio   A soul driving to work Is nervously cautious, while the snow comes down But the children shout with joy When too much of it, closes the schools in their town   Many love the hot weather And the degree of heat that it brings Others are afraid to leave their homes, however Because the heat will wake up the mosquitoes and bees

  So tempting to spill, that life she endures Wanting so badly to vent, maybe ranting can cure   Very few she MIGHT trust, too many big mouths Rarities among those who often shout   She looks among the people in every direction Who can she choose for their undivided attention   I won’t say a word, they’ll say with no smile Lying words if their silence can’t last awhile   Thinking about what she’s going through No time for anyone who leaks her bad news   She knows that even those who are close, can betray How quickly they can voice before the end of the day   She’s finally settled on the ear for her anxious voice Hoping that this time, she’s made the right choice

  Their day has ended, so it’s time to analyze What have they done, we think to ourselves The followers of the famous, is who they are But what about their life, is there progress to be seen   The famous ones are the established, followed by eyes and ears The public's success is non-existent, struggles at a high level Social media lemmings, no time set aside to get better The ones with the silver and gold, are the literal Pied Pipers   It’s the obsession, from the magazines to the television news Around the clock grabbing, what did they say or do THIS time Gossip seemingly necessary, while the priorities are ignored The entertainers get more famous with each pair of new eyes on them   At the end of the day, for the followers there’s sadly no regrets No thoughts given that this was wasted time They’re in the same position as 24 hours ago That’s income, and the other standings in their lives

  Rare is this moment that I get to experience Navigating the beautiful sand under my feet Perhaps a seashell or two I’ll notice during my sand walk I’ll pick it up, its size allowing me to hold it with one finger   The sand I’ll seem to think of as clean dirt, given the color that it is Other than it getting inside the clothes and shoes one wears Rarely is there a bad word about the dirt that aligns the blue water Its softness doesn’t ruin the feet, blanket or towel on top of it   I embrace these moments as much as I can As Mother Nature determines the when and how long I’ll hope to be back to have the experience once again And think that the beach will look forward to my visit once more