Saturday, July 30, 2016

Wrestle of Claimed

         Wrestle of Claimed

Broken places take up space,
Can I trust you face to face?
Why the question in the moment?
Fleeting connection then it's gone.
Pulled apart in an instant.

All the past dead weight to haul,
Under it stumble and fall.
How does the past lose it's power?
Schemes, patterns, and cycles exchanged.

So enter into that space,
Share the power in the us,
Free to drift in peace,
Surrendered and vulnerable,
Claiming her, claiming us.

Need an imprint of that place.
New reality to embrace.
Uncreate and detach with the old.
New place to hug and hold.
Going further in the us "zone."
Two of us fully known.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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