limbo

With each stanza
I strive for an upswing –
idle thoughts leading
to a crescendo…

But exhaustion plagues
my try, and fog colours
perspicacity, so my words
land low, goal in limbo

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Retreat

Immersed in the spiritual –
not yet fully present –
participating,
considering
new beginnings,
openings

so much easier
to go back to sleep
leave the living
to the younger
more energetic

generations
surpassing me
clued in to
technology,
modern nuances

yet, even they
slumber, lulled
by a confidence
I too once donned,
before immersing
myself in the spiritual.