Thursday, May 21, 2020

Mending


We might have to work all day

to mend what’s broken –

 perhaps even longer

 

The oak that crushed my

grandma’s fence fell unbidden,

plunging from the heights like

words cascade from lips to

splinter the fragile boundaries

of our hearts

 

No one meant them, but

the damage has been done,

and now our posts need

new cement –

– yours and mine

 

We’ll have to spread it gently,

then hold quite still

side by side till it dries –

– as long as that may take

 

Your heart, my friend,

is worth the wait

 

Gram writes that her fence is

mended once again, made

“whole and beautiful” by

the careful work of men

 

Come now, will you

stoop down and

lend me your hand

so ours might begin?


Rennes, France

May 20, 2020


 


Tuesday, May 5, 2020

In Solitude


In solitude I am

A deep-sea diver

Leaving behind sure-footed

Illusions for cavernous

Realms within

 

Plunging to marvel at creatures

Wondrous and wild who

Whisper their tales to those

Willing to wait

 

Here in undulating silence

Stirred sands resettle as

I keep company

With curiosity

 

Awaiting Light

To sound

My depths

 

Till rising

Again new

Currents carry

My vessel to

Fresh shores



Written from the @artist.and writing prompt “In solitude I am...”
May 5, 2020
Photo by Rian Shin on Unsplash

Friday, May 1, 2020

Cloudscapes




In the stretching expanse of your soul’s sky
what clouds do you carry today?
Are they black and thick, no light in sight
or perhaps a carpet of gray?

Do they sail their ships on cerulean seas,
rocked by the lapping waves,
or do crayon-gripping fingers scrawl their shapes
beneath the corner sun’s gaze?

As you lie on your back in daydream’s field,
do bears and bunnies slide by,
or do piles of carefree cotton morph
into dragons before your eyes?

When cumulonimbus billows rise,
their bellies thunder-fraught,
do we dare to sit in the gathering storm
and let our hearts be caught?

No matter my form I long to be
a cloud who yields to Light,
not one who masks his piercing rays
but who opens unto sight.

Perhaps at last his jubilant beams
will bathe the waiting earth,
streaming down from unseen realms
exchanging gloom for mirth.

Rennes, France
May 1, 2020