Confused

Collision causes confusion
ideas of opposition in the arena
of life
battle for supremacy.
Calamities constantly come.

traditional tired trends
of family behaviour
face defeat when confronted by
lovers’ lusts

familial dynasties, like Ming vases
are delicate
but nothing is as fragile
as love

worlds once woven together
with love
are loosened by
doubt, fear and misunderstandings

it is easy
to destroy
everything
in love
simply
by a word, an act, or an omission

in the rubble of destruction
it is
effortless
to discover
the size of the space
the now missing …
occupied in your life

collisions cause confusion
calamities constantly come

love weavers
resist destruction
as they pull their life threads
tighter together
for nothing is as strong
as love

© Marjorie H Morgan

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Patterns

Patterns

They appear everywhere,
they are different to everyone,
patterns.

I become so used to mine,
that I sometimes forget they exist,
like the way I breathe,
in,
out,
in,
out.

Outside
patterns create my world,
and structure our intersecting lives.

The lines on the road,
the rows of houses,
the stacked shelves in the store
all patterns that I see
constantly around me.

Inside,
patterns of thoughts create
my mind
as I am the designer of my day.

I decide the map of my hours.

The delineated clock
delivers me slices of time
that I weave
around events and experiences
to make a daily pattern.
I manipulate time with my mind,
it becomes fast or slow
in accordance with my heart.

Press repeat.
Patterns repeat.
Patterns repeat.
People and situations
repeat.

And grow familiar.
Behaviour becomes a pattern.
Chaos or peace can be templates
for each life story.

They have to be chosen,
again and again.

Press.

Repeat.
Patterns repeat.
Patterns repeat.

© Marjorie H Morgan