present moment breaths

along the bank of the Rio Grande
streams mingle with brushy canyon
desperate escapes are the only way
a perilous journey to joy and freedom

streams mingle with brushy canyon
bold blooms decorate miles of cacti
a perilous journey to joy and freedom
souls in awe of a still desert

bold blooms decorate miles of cacti
a torrid trek through difficult land
souls in awe of a still desert
a traveler’s voice is stolen

a torrid trek through difficult land
summer dandelions along footpaths
a traveler’s voice is stolen
wishes for a better home are sent to the sky

summer dandelions along footpaths
determination fades to disheartenment
wishes for a better home are sent to the sky
aspirations so close, now caged

determination fades to disheartenment
abundant beauty of a new life
aspirations so close, now caged
the innocent eyes of an infant

abundant beauty of a new life
looked after by strangers
the innocent eyes of an infant
hearts in search of familiarity

looked after by strangers
the air we inhale, the air we exhale
hearts in search of familiarity
peaceful thoughts failing to survive

the air we inhale, the air we exhale
these present moment breaths
peaceful thoughts failing to survive
far more difficult, than ever before

these present moment breaths
along the bank of the Rio Grande
far more difficult, than ever before
desperate escapes are the only way

Written by Jennifer A. Fifield

 

 

 

miles ahead

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a long day’s worry soothed by the jazzy saxophone; fiery hot adoration
collides with burgundy wine; all is forgotten as her flirty skirt swirls
on the lounge floor; miles ahead: the evening of her dreams

Photo by Spencer Imbrock on Unsplash

Poem written by Jennifer A. Fifield. Inspired by the San Diego Symphony’s Miles Ahead: Miles Davis +19 outdoor concert

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Photo by Florencia Viadana on Unsplash

plentiful existence

wes-hicks-jaRUkG_4xDw-unsplashday after day, week after week
boxed inside monotonous mediocrity
tap, tap, tap of the ASDFJKL;
these sounds, a warning to escape

boxed inside monotonous mediocrity
what became of his dreams?
these sounds, a warning to escape
this life of the bourgeois

what became of his dreams?
month after month, year after year
this life of the bourgeois
possibilities lie heavy in his thoughts

month after month, year after year
faking the days, living the nights
possibilities lie heavy in his thoughts
the soul aches for a plentiful existence

faking the days, living the nights
day after day, week after week
the soul aches for a plentiful existence
tap, tap, tap of the ASDFJKL;

 

Written by Jennifer A. Fifield

Pantoum inspired by the lyrics, “I fake it so real, I am beyond fake” from the song Doll Parts by Hole, and the book Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse.

Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash