Transformation of White/poets united poets pantry -- the sunday whirl

Transformation of White

My world, as far as I can see

Dressed in winter white

Snow covered

Long icicles hang from down spouts

The wind wails no more

All is quiet

The storm over

Neither rain nor snow expected

Yesterday, I saw your footprints 

In the snow

You, a large white dog

I called your name

You stood your ground

I could not see your movements

And yet you disappeared

Into a white world

The roads glazed with ice

Travel on wheels dangerous

Winter a time of transformed beauty

Tomorrow will depend on the sun's warmth 

January 13, 2019

Hollow/imaginary gardens with real toads

Hollow

Hollow is everything

Hollow is the snow

Hollow is white

A bell without a clapper

Rings hollow

I hear your voice

And it is hollow, too

A hollow man without a heart

I have heard of such a thing

A hollow story of echo

And it echoes back

A hollow sound

I find a shell on the beach

Pick it up

No one home

Hollow is a shell

A hollow shell

Left alone

Hollow is sand

Hollow is my home

January 1, 2019

The Heart You Gave Me/dVerse

The Heart You Gave Me

On my front door

Hung the heart you gave me

One day the heart broke apart

I’m not sure exactly how It happened

Now it lays waiting 

To be glued back to whole

The two pieces lay together

Waiting…

Like the remains of our relationship

The colors of the heart

And blue and white

Blue of the color I think of

When I think of you

And I think of you each day

Though you are far away

Heart and soul need more than glue

To make them whole

January 10, 2019

While Rome Burns/imaginary gardens with real toads

While Rome Burns

It seems we have been misled

Encouraged to want more

Bigger, better, more, more

We have not been encouraged

To be frugal

To live lightly on this earth

To save what we have

What makes life worth while

How can killing be called a sport

All in the natural world is sacred

What kind of creatures are we

Who do not respect the earth

And all that resides there

Wasteful, throw-away

We are the poulters 

Who make it impossible to live here 

It seems our brains have atrophied

We have not grown

To meet the challenges

We have created

Our leaders can only point to the “wall”

And the news media follows

While Rome burns

And the US with it

January 10, 2019

Give Us This Day to Begin Again.../Poets United -- Midweek Motif/ Beginnings

Give Us This Day to Begin Again…

Oh, how tempting

The idea of starting over

No more mistakes

No more sins

The lies erased

Integrity rules

Give us this day

We begin again

We look in the mirror

We have grown old

Can we “be born again”

A baby to hold

I am confused

Where is the beginning

Where to look

Where are we now

Is it the middle

Or closer to the end

And on our last day

Will we be at the beginning

Or is it simply a new way to think

A new attitude

Washed in the sink

Hung out to dry

Is the beginning

Laundry day

All fresh with the scent of sunshine

Give us this day to begin again

January 9, 2019