Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Musings on an Impasse

The principle of conservation of energy states that
the total energy of an isolated system is constant.
Energy, therefore, can neither be created nor destroyed.

In a grandfather clock,
a pendulum is suspended in perpetual motion—
unwavering, earnest, sedulous.
Its hands faithfully thrust forward,
moving at a steady pace,
only to begin its journey again.

In the open ocean,
approximately eight kilometers from the shoreline,
a buoy bobs interminably with the current—
enduring, steadfast, hopeful.
It stays anchored in the same place
even when the tide changes.

A marathon cannot be won on a treadmill.
Movement is an illusion.



-Nocturnal Scribe

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Sunday, May 13, 2018

Musings on My Mother

I stand in awe of the woman God made
Humbled that your blood runs through my veins.
I will carry your legacy with pride upon my heart.
A badge of honor
I am Lyster's daughter
There is no greater joy
Than knowing you are the sun
And I am your warrior

You are the whetstone that sharpens
The echo of dancing bells that carry laughter in the breeze
The strong, comforting wings that wrap around to let me know itsokayitsokayitsokay.

You are sunshine and rain and
I-will-do-whatever-it-takes and
It-is-okay-to-make-mistakes and
Try-again-my-child
You are a mighty force
That puts tsunamis to shame

Underneath the stardust of the galaxies,
You are a lighthouse
You are the compass that always points True North
In you, I will always find home.

I love you, always.

May you grow in incandescence
With each passing year.




-Nocturnal Scribe

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Monday, January 29, 2018

Musings on Toxic Masculinity

Leery-eyed,
you click your fetid tongue
and smack your dry lips
that are quick to contort into a smirk
as if you know an inside joke
that I am too vacuous to understand.
You do not beckon a woman
the way you would
a horse or a dog—
I am neither.
Your tongue and lips
were made to revere and respect.
You are no god or ruler.
The crown you flaunt
is one you forged out of
machismo-and-bravado-are-all-I-have-to-offer.
We will not bow to you,
and it is high time you stop
expecting that we will.

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-Nocturnal Scribe

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