Author Archives: blitzken

Joy Will Find A Way

To everything perhaps a season,
That doesn’t mean a rhyme or reason,
Fate plays its hand without showing a card,
At times we’re ever so demanding,
In our need for understanding,
But the truth is sometimes life’s just bloody hard,
It’s also true it seldoms lasts,
And at some point rough times are past,
Though we know some day they’ll come back our way,
So raise your glasses with your friends,
Know that every road has bends,
And that in the end joy will find a way.

RHYTHM

You’ve always had a slightly different rhythm when we dance,
But I’d never take the chance to mention,
Not my intention to make it known,
Make you concious of this rhythm all your own,
It’s grown to be enough for me,
With occasional synchronicity a pleasant happenstance,
But when our rhythm’s out of synch,
I think that’s fine as well,
For now I’ve learned that when we dance,
I shouldn’t hold you oh so tight,
For I just might affect your sway,
And the gentle way you move,
With a rhythm all your own,
A rhythm known by me,
And loved.

Grain Of Salt

well-meaners, inbetweeners,
fence sitters, born-bitters,
cheerleaders, pack heeders,
naysayers, game players,
well wishers, sin fishers,
revenge seekers, future peekers,
thoughts there they’ll share,
some pious, all biased,
hear’em all, let’em fall,
no fault, but grain of salt,
it’s your choice, your voice,
so be smart, hear YOUR heart.

Nailbiting

They tell me not to bite my nails,
It’s dirty and should not be done,
When I do – it never fails,
There always appears someone,
Who never hesitates to sneer,
“Don’ do that, and don’t do it here!”
I fear, just to avoid assails,
I may just stop biting my nails,
Soon as I even out this one………..

Margareta de Lange – Surrounded By No One

I am standing in a photography exhibition, staring at a black and white photograph of a woman.
I am immediately captured by the photo, by something I spot down in the left corner
Though standing in a crowd of people, I know instinctively that only I see the particular item that has caught my focus.
The woman is nude, and appears to be standing in a hotel room.
She is holding her panties in her left hand, by one corner, so that they hang down. Her right hand is on her left temple, brushing her hair back.
At first it appears she has a shadow cast across her lower calves, but looking closer I see she is wearing short sheer stockings
So not completely nude
But none of this is what has captured my immediate attention, or is what I am sure only I can see.
She is standing at the foot of the bed, near the corner closest in the picture,
and there, on the far corner,
cast amongst the crumpled and strewn bed linens,
I am convinced that I see,
clear as can be,
her soul, or a part thereof
lying in wretched anguish.