Category: free verse


 

A change came in on a strong southwesterly wind

moving thoughts around like the pointed leaves

on the holly bush just outside the bedroom window

(AND ALL MEANING WAS LOST)

A large murder of crows has claimed the tall pines

they speak loudly to one another, while

continually repositioning themselves among the trees

(IDEAS JUST PASSED ALONG)

My ten year-old cat seems content to quietly observe the wind

blowing through those bushes or some movement in the pines

before settling in on the chair’s cushion

(WHAT IS PURPOSE?)

We humans, with our big brains, just carry that weight

having no preordained path to instinctively follow

So, we flit back and forth through life, like the crows

in search of the highest perch; and as the wind

ceases to blow, we lose interest and simply circle down

like my cat, giving in to that long nap

There’s a large hole in my life raft

although I’d not fought much against the deep gouge

where my blood flowed swiftly away

along the ever-moving river

So, I am left with starting something new

along with all its dizzying freedoms

while I keep thinking of jumping

into the deepest part of that taunting river

even knowing, I will most surely drown

 

When I was blind

in a very small world

within my mind’s eye

there once lay the thought

of an undiscovered space, so beautiful

arrived at by means

of a lovely, tree-lined

light-filtered path

Within a shared dream

this would become our meeting ground

to which we could return

again and again, even as

our journey carried us forward

beyond vast waters

toward the distant line

where earth meets sky

Then, at the close of life’s measured time

shining in the light

of the glistening stars

ever bestowed with

the lightness of being

we would gratefully rejoice

in the transformative power

of a single thought

of unity

But now,  I see

 

 

 

 

 

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I would knead the unswallowed lumps back down

til’ our knitted brows lay smooth again

together we could untie the knots tangled in our guts

so our chests might be refilled with sparkling new treasures

Then, when unexpected wings burst from our lightened backs

we’ll  know that sweet whispering wind is not far behind

just waiting, to lift us skyward

 

The eight semi-clear panes of the kitchen window

filter many unresolved and repeating thoughts

which drift soundlessly from my multicaverned head

into the crisp, clear, breathtakingly deep, blue sky

that you always fill so completely

every time I remember you

and that you’ve died

But I can never understand why

Open the windows of your shuttered mind

to the unencumbered breeze of fresh thought

Let it gently spread; swirling through half-opened

doors into darkened corners to remove

 the stale, stagnant, settled dust of the past

 allowing for very good use of the space

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You say “she’s tough”,  as though

not wearing a certain kind of skin

means you are somehow damaged

But someone, has to feel everything for the ones who don’t

These are the ones with the strongest shoulders

who always carry the heaviest things

and there is absolutely no shame

in displaying a big, tender heart