The Adventure

Live Your Story, Explore Your World

Little Man

Child growing up

I can see you changing, little man.
Each day you are full of new wonders and discoveries.
A smile,
A laugh,
A look of recognition.
These milestones both break and warm my heart
As I realize there are so many moments now past.
They are recorded in a baby blue book full of your pictures
In an attempt to preserve their freshness.

I have to remember to keep looking forward.
There’s so much to see, so much to miss if
I’m not here, fully, with you in the present.

You enchant me, little man.
Staring into your bright blue eyes
Calms my impatient soul.
Hours pass in mere minutes.
You’ve taught me to be still, and to revel in it.
For time is much more fleeting than I ever knew,
Now documented in inches and pounds.
They seem to pass faster than days.

In this stillness, I try to will time to stop
So we can stay together.
I know it is futile; I’m simply not ready to let go.

 

 

The City is Contagious

Note: Mixing it up today with a poetry post. It’s darker in tone, but speaks to things like vision and responsibility, and what happens when they are absent.  I welcome your feedback and hope you enjoy!

The City is Contagious

Photo Credit - Ravandel - Creative Commons

Empty streets, crowded alleys
not a soul to be seen
unless you know where to look.
Change is in the air
traveling as hushed whispers
and uncertain glances.
An invisible feeling is
ever-present in the hearts and minds
of those who call this home
casting shadows darker than before.
Sinister plans disguised as hope
and catalyzed with fear
abscond with our ambition and
weaken our resolve
as we feign ignorance
to avoid responsibility
for the decay and depravity
that has crept within our walls.
A black mold plaguing our foundation
that is hiding in plain sight.
Without vision cities perish
consumed by it’s residents
and reduced to ashes.
Unable to sustain life
it is abandoned and forgotten,
the ruins standing as a testament
to our pestilence.

Copyright © 2012 Cole Bradburn

Requite

I wrote this last night while watching my beautiful pregnant wife sleeping.

Poetry for my wife

Fatherhood

poetry from a father to his son

 

Copyright © 2012 Cole Bradburn

#Photo Credit

Sunset in Eternity

Casey Cole Valentine

I Love You Casey

For my Casey on Valentine’s Day

A portrait of a sunset
seen in the iris of your eyes
gentle, breathtaking, calming my spirit
with amber hues speaking directly
into my consciousness
subduing wild instincts
with compassion and stopping time
with a mischievous blink,
for the sun will not set
as long as we are visitors in Eternity, its canvas
preserved in your gaze
allowing my presence
as long as I marvel at the beauty within
and forget the world around me,
illustrating my meaning
as your paintings interpret me

Copyright © 2012 Cole Bradburn