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The smile

Sitting alone drinking her coffee Serene, her demeanor gentle, Our eyes meet briefly, She smiled Touching my soul. Did I touch hers?

markdohle

markdohle

 

Crystal

crystal glass alone table cloth beneath spread out filled with light glowing light flowing outward or light coming from within its beauty the same the light shines on all allowing beauty to be all equal before it’s glow truth born it’s genius all exposed mercy not there flaws shown no regard. light harsh or loving treated with justice severe none spared scrutiny crystal glass alone imperfections all to see mercy shows itself freely is given received in tur

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markdohle

 

Seeing

A broader world In the 70’s for a while, I got involved in macramé. I remember one day being in a store and seeing a knotted creation hanging on a wall. I was intrigued by the knotting, got a book on the subject, which I spent some time studying. The knotting was easy, and it seemed to give full sway to creativity, so I decided to give it a whirl. I did a few flat pieces to get comfortable with the knotting, very simply really, mathematical actually. I would just make it up as I went and

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markdohle

 

The gift

Three friends at a table Sharing a meal, Wine, Sushi, Jasmine tea, Other dishes giving pleasure, Yet Nothing compared to the laughter, Love, The delight they all took in each other. Friendship the healing ointment, A gift bestowed, A present received, A grace we lavish on one another, Common yes, Each unique giving the gift Without price, Of seeing and being seen.

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markdohle

 

Heard by all

Tears flowed salty, Lips no longer compressed, Wailing heard by all When news came.

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markdohle

 

Caress

Branches spread upward Wind caressing the leaves They danced.

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Flawless

Hair flowing loosely down Flawless skin daring touch I walked away afraid

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markdohle

 

Large cup

Large cup The large cup on its matching saucer, Waited, Its white emptiness expectant, Desiring to be filled, To accomplish what it was made for. Black liquid Bitter to the taste, Passively received, An offering for the one it served. Emptied, It was set aside, again. Only its whiteness remained, Cleaned; Longing again to be filled.

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markdohle

 

Undone

One man one women, Just another day for both, Unknown to each other, Just another lonely day, Then one look, A smile, Both became undone.

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markdohle

 

His eyes

His eyes He looked up Despair filled his eyes, I smiled, Saddened, Touched his shoulder gently, Continued on my journey.

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markdohle

 

Finally

Finally Dark clouds rolled gently in, Winds gathered strength, Heat retreated, Thirsty ground drank deeply When the rains finally came.

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markdohle

 

Spoken

Spoken The word was spoken In pain the words uttered Fueled by anger The bow let and it flew. Target found embedded What was once was is now no more Chasm deep where once there was none Only mercy the cure.

markdohle

markdohle

 

Memories

Memories One thing everyone has in common is memories, lots of them. Some events from the past are pleasant, others on the other hand can be horrible, and perhaps the majorities are a mixed bag. I find it interesting how at times a memory will suddenly float up from some dark chamber of my unconscious and present itself. I often have no idea why, perhaps there is no real reason, though I think otherwise. Even if I don’t always understand, which is a very common state for me to be in; I sti

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markdohle

 

Unfolding

Unfolding It is hard at times to understand what makes others tick, so alien we can be to one another. So much alike, yet vast differences can lead to times when building bridges is almost impossible. Simple gestures, carefully chosen words, even smiles, can be interrupted in ways not dreamed of. I have had this experience a couple of times in my life when this has happened. There can be a great deal of frustration from both sides. The only road to peace is to simply accept the impasse, and ho

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markdohle

 

Promised embrace

Promised embrace Walking the beach on a cloudy windy night, Low dark clouds swirling above, Moving fast in wave like motion Almost in sync with the sea below. Shoes soaked from the pungent salty tide, Tuxedo in disarray Torn and bloody…… Walking in shock not knowing where he is at, Only the deep sorrow of what just transpired his reality. A second is all it took, Only wreckage and blood the aftermath, Beloved dead the crash deadly Only the deep darkness of shock presen

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markdohle

 

Our calling

Our calling We pray together not apart, Before God we are one, “When I was hungry, you fed me”. Judging others, it is ourselves we show contempt towards, Trapped in a world of mirrors we cannot escape. Separation is not possible, The web that binds us is eternal unbreakable. Those we hate is where Christ is found, The undeserving those we should help, Giving love without recompense is our path, Our calling, What should be striven for, Failure a spur to keep on the way.

markdohle

markdohle

 

enough

The heart weighed down, With worries many, Anxious about what is to come, What is now, Alas also what was. From the depths of that same heart Silence came, Its gift given freely, Peace. Only the moment is real, All else falls away At least for a time, Yet is that not enough? A taste of hopefully what is to come?

markdohle

markdohle

 

The nature of things

The nature of things Sometimes when I arise early The moon still high in the vault above me, Only silence without, Traffic hushed for a time until the rush begins, Perhaps the wind gentle in its caress, Or crickets calling forlornly out for a mate, Is my company, Non-intrusive, peaceful, in the music that they make. As I sit in the quiet kitchen My morning ritual before me, Coffee, Coffee mate and sugar, Stirring slowly watching the steam rise before me, Rising beauti

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markdohle

 

Jabbering

Jabbering Isolation can sometimes close in, Like the smooth flowing of thick grey fog Rising from the warm earth into the cool night air, Blocking out the noise of speaking, Becoming soft muttering barely understandable, Comprehension nullified by simple absorption The fog of inner preoccupation. Words come in force, Jabbering, Or perhaps something important, It does not matter, Noises returned, Often just appropriate sounds politely made Giving the illusion of actua

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markdohle

 

Long forgotten

One day we all rest beneath the sod, Frantic activity once so important at an end, A marker placed for the few to see Passing by after we are long forgotten.

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markdohle

 

What is truly sought

What is truly sought The human heart longs for one thing only, Seeks that which will quench its inner thirst, Often taking paths leading nowhere Or perhaps destructive in their fruits, In the search for what it truly desires, If often misunderstood. Our songs tell of its agony and ecstasy, The pain deep that it brings, Also joys beyond bearing, Asking nothing less than everything. Parents know of this jewel, Also know the pain that it brings, The child more treasured th

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markdohle

 

Blah, blah, blah

Blah, Blah, Blah I went to the airport yesterday to pick up the brother of a friend. Atlanta airport is probably the busiest in the world at this time and growing faster than the space being allowed. So in the summer you can only imagine how bad it can be, and just before a holiday only adds to the mess. Sometimes even the hourly parking lot is full in the summer months, but I was lucky, I was able to get in, though it did seem to be filling up. The security was tight; there were police p

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markdohle

 

Drought

Drought The dry air hot beyond bearing, Microwave sun beating down on the earth, Dry parched looking in despair for life giving rain Patiently sets for what must come one day. Grass brown Dormant for the duration, Trees struggling with tap roots digging deep, Longing for wetness not felt for so long, Some dying slowly their deep roots lifeless, Forced to endure a long slow death, Even if the rains come. Thunder rolls across the dark sky, Winds come with traces of moistu

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markdohle

 

Kafka's castle

Kafka’s castle Slowly consumed by his mind’s forgetfulness He looks out in confusion trying to understand, “What the hell is going on”, At times screaming this for all to hear, Raging at what is perceived as false imprisonment, Fighting suffocation, Swinging out in fear and anger, Seeking for some kind of justice in a world gone crazy, Which never comes, In Kafka’s castle he wanders, Lost in dark corridors pursued by those who imprison, Reasons for never revealed Only s

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markdohle

 

Purgatory

Purgatory It is very simple really, Something so common that no notice need be taken, Simply put, He died. His life was ordinary like so many others, From outward appearances at least, Childhood, school, college, marriage, career, Some tragedy mixed among it all. It happened fast his demise, A statistical number he became, One of the ‘so many’ who die of a certain cause, Which is unimportant, He died that is all that is important. He found himself waiting, In a plac

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