This Blog features the musings of Dennis Sidney Martin; Poet, Playwright and Novelist from Baltimore, Maryland. Feel free to browse the content and leave your comments.
It all comes down to this. Here I sit Cross-legged Pondering the questions Questioning decisions Deciding on directions Directing my own fate. Did I choose the right things? Opt to pull the right strings? Help the angels earn their wings? Did I pull my weight?
Reflection serves to move the pile, A laundry list Of dos and don’ts Wills and won’ts Frills and flaunts From every side. But all that’s left to lead the way When silence stalks the end of day Is peaceful bliss that comes to stay And will not be denied.
Time has a habit of slipping away As she constantly moves in a finite direction, No stepping back, No childhood do-overs, Only now and tomorrow, Only here and hereafter.
But that doesn’t cede that The past holds no meaning, Or should be diminished in memory’s vault. Her treasures are deep And her lessons are many. Her halls and her chambers Lined with love, dreams and laughter.
And though the sands may shift underfoot As the tides roll out, As the tides roll in, We stand at her shore And search her horizon, Amazed at the bounty she holds deep within.
Can’t see it, But I know when it’s there, Know when it’s being denied to my lungs. Can’t taste it, Though some may insist that they Know it exists at the tip of their tongue. Can’t feel it Except for the breeze as it Brushes my cheek with a warmth or a chill. Can’t keep it. Must give it back once its sustenance ends And its mission fulfills.
Blessed giver… Warden of life… Imperceptible stream, Though I’ve never seen you, I know you are there Upholding my dream.
Gentle wishes… Sweet air kisses… Schemes and dreams and Pony-tail swishes… Air-brushed memories, So delicious, Dare to take my breath away.
Table scapes of Comfort dishes Flood the senses With delicious Sweet sensations, Bold temptations, Begging me come out to play.
Out of scope… Filled with hope… Dangling carrot from a rope, Trying desperately to cope with Trials that try to block my way. Knowing that the prize awaits, Even when I tempt the fates, I see beyond the garden gates There lies another day.
Sorry, nothing I can do. Not for me to worry over. Far from any path I travel In this maze of circumstance. Even though my interest peaks, Even if the issue speak, It is not in my control, Not my problem, Not my dance.
If I can help, If I can change, If I can make a difference, Then I will stand And I will speak, I will find significance. But if it’s not in my control I will not let it rattle me. Too much else in my concern To give away my sanity.
No more watching No more wondering No more sad mistakes and blundering. It’s time. The work may never be complete Wrapped in ribbon nice and neat All laid out at Fortune’s feet but It’s time. Time to end procrastination Time to forego reservation No more thought or hesitation. Let it go It’s time.
Dreams are whispers in the wind Somewhere up around the bend Waiting like a trusted friend It’s time. Time to question Time to be Time to let the whole world see It’s time.
People always talk about A cup half full A cup half empty I’m too busy dealing with A cup that’s filled to overflowing. Hefty measures Great and small That weigh into the overall Decisions to be battered round, Which direction to be going. Tossed into the everyday, The mix and mesh is simple play And I can deal and get away Without the devil even knowing. Too content with happiness, So intent, a simple guest, Always looking for the best My soul just keeps on growing.
Fortune rises from the depths where Darkness once caressed my soul, Lifted out from marbled crypt to Fly on wings of feathered light With hope rekindled, Faith renewed I seek horizons in the distance. Forests fall as roads unfold to Wind their way in new directions.
No longer shall the demons haunt Nor slackers taunt to block my view. Blessed to know the up-ahead Holds no resemblance to the past. Striding bold into the sunset Where tomorrow is today. Every day a new beginning Offered on a silver tray.
