Random thoughts on the journey
Strange shadows folding, drifting on a chilled blanket.As if it ever was thus. Emotions folding, too. Swaying. Sometimes almost imperceptible. At other times, like a torrent, paralysing the will. It is only for a time; for a season. As the first buds of spring build to a crescendo of colour, this mist will rise. And … Continue reading Once the fog is gone.
Known knowns are knowableUnknown knowns are tooBut known unknowns are risibleTo which I say: "Who knew?" They are but fleeting shadowsThe poltergeists of dread.Unknown unknowns are powerlessTo keep us tucked in bed. 'What ifs' of chill can freeze our dreamsThe doubts that plague the night.No searching them can answer doubt.No plan can put them right. … Continue reading Unknowns
It comes. It always does.Reliable. Predictable.Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem indeed!But it ain't always so.Sometimes it's 'dread the day'. Life's just like that.Ah! But for the magic of sunset!Red and purple hues set in relief against scattered clouds!Romance, contentment, satisfaction.Peace. For days can be darker than the night.Push on! Even if only for the fleeting sunset … Continue reading Carpe Diem!
For they are real - as me and you,As those who've slayed them ever knew.Who drew their blood upon the swordAnd slayed them. What boyhood dream that fashioned swordAnd lance and spear and wildly goredThat beast that lurks in corners dark.To win the purest maiden's heart. What fire! What rage! That winged beastDefeated by the … Continue reading On dragons
A small priceDamaged fruit across the ground.A chat between the leavesLike an old coupleThe language of familiarity.Sweet, soft soundsFramed by a shimmerSubtle movementsA stolen kiss, perhaps?Striking plumes.A delight. Moments of hope.
When the purple rain falls and forms a carpet on the streets and lanesI think of you. The sun's arc tracks higher in the sky, and the air holds its warmth into the night.I think of you. You were always there, and this was our season.40 spring times, birthdays, and anniversaries. And then, finally, in … Continue reading In Memoriam
A zephyr - a flickering of cool air in a summer's afternoon.A wisp of a shadow that passes on the periphery. I touched it; or rather, it touched me.Like a siren's call, it drew me to the shore, and like Jason, it broke me. So many questions without resolve. Signs ignored for the sake of … Continue reading On a breeze
That tiny light, lit with intention.Gone in a few brief moments.But how it burnt brightly!With Aves and with hope and love!Warming for an archangel,Lit with prayer, lit with tears.The disinterest of well wishes.For all will be well.And it will be well. Perhaps not as we know nor wishFor life is fickleBut love remains.For I will … Continue reading A Candle
Paul, a lifelong writer, shares his journey of finally fulfilling his dream of writing a novel. The novel, "Tuesday's Child: Artificial Intelligence and the Demise of Human Autonomy," explores the dangers of AI and the importance of human qualities. Paul emphasizes the joy of the writing journey over using AI for novel creation.
A gift! A child upon the hayWrapped in swaddling on that day.Hidden glory, unrevealedUnwrapped upon the wood. Christmas 2023
Paul Russell: Musings 