Sun
Shiny Summer Morn
friends
are the true treasure above money can't
be bought
i
wonder about
my DNA is it made up of sorrow cells & organs
drip
with tears a terrible green or a sunny yellow
climb
the tower rotate the
antenna search for your signal
to
know where you are the pond calm reflecting
receiving
the messages you are sending you grew up
became
a man strong and straight served your country
to
your mom the
boy was still there holding
on to her skirt
I
remain on the bridge between
life and death i am waiting
waiting
like the french lieutentant's woman counting
butterflies
sun
shiny summer morn honeysuckle in the air all is bright
yellow
time
stands still as i stand ever so still
it
happened there had to let you go something
I'm not good at
if
I could i would have kept you held you
with my teeth
like
the cat with her kitten spring into summer summers empty now
time
passes though
i
hardly notice fall
is in the air
the
temperatures cooler winter
faithfully follows...
September
2015
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The Silence of
Morning
what verses may be
hiding in the silence of this morning demanding to be heard
yet
reluctant... pretending to be shy softly playing
the sweet songs of
the heart show scars of days gone by sorrow's loss spins her web
writing inscriptions
on tears as they fall to the ground holding on for dear life
flying low below the
clouds navigating by well worn paths pretending bravado
still there is the
stench of death under each scarlet layer exposing the clown
the fool the
jester ...and me
Sept 5, 2015
9 comments:
Us ants crawling in mounds
constructing we.. AStronauts
travelinG far.. coming
back.. an orb of eYe
blue and green
once beautiful
and free..
a cancer of
human culture
spreads upon the
skEyE.. eating IT
away carelessly
selfishly greedily
taking more
than giving
back..
pieces of
puzzle seem
so small
disconnecting
close
for tapestry
whOle
liVes in
disGust
from
wInds
aFar..
eYes of stars
lookinG below to eyeS
of stars humans
looKing above..
spiRit deep within
is saMe as stars aBove..
oNly when we see
wITh stars of
ONE..
WiLL we heal
the earth
before
stars of
us alone..
destroy
US dead
alive..
Stars above
stars below
Uni-Verse
i's LivE
ALLONe..:)
Loved both the poems.. such a delicate & endearing feel to them.
Beautifully penned :)
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Both poems are right on target...well thought out and executed.
Loved the first poem and its delicate exploration of relationship between child and mother, especially when the child doesn't outlive her. The second poem however, took my breath away with its gritty reality. Brava my friend,
Elizabeth
The loneliness of sorrow, wishing that like Orpheus you could rescue your own Eurydice from Hades.
Two beautiful poems. The mother holding on to her son.......love the reference to waiting like the French Lieutenant's Woman.........the butterflies and the "sweet songs of the heart".
Oh that image of the cat with her kitten,, you have a way of describe loss.
"I remain on the bridge between life and death i am waiting"...loneliness becomes so poignant here...both poems are very well written...
Two beautiful and powerful poems...the loss is so very clear and yet the bravery of carrying on..being able to see the sun and take each day is it comes sings through..the last line of your second poem is so very astute...maybe 'me' is better than any stereotype?
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