Category: rhymed verse


Photo 267

Oh, glorious sky of day

coaxing this darkness from where it lay

Open your eyes,”  I hear you say

 Joining sun, you pull these blues away

All is well; my fears allay

 

Oh, velvety sky of night

soak this heart in brilliant starlight

make it sparkle; golden and bright

Unleash the dreams behind these eyes

as past and present become allies

 

 

 

Advertisements

Someday I’ll no longer be tethered

like the little blonde girl with purse of red patent leather

when someone like you stole all

her young heart’s most-valued treasures

Untethered, if ever that relentless storm

again, crashes down unmeasured

And although I’ve grown only

a small set of feathers

I now know, they are built to repel

all manner of hell; doing it really, really well

 Still stronger, they’ll grow

preparing for a case of the never-say-never

when they will lift me up

to fly freely through, any type of inclement weather

 

 

Photo 1.jpg

Disillusioned and dazed

from the latest fiery blaze

Now enter Time and Space

 on Go, to take over a place

Then brush idealistic hopes away

their once bright colors; ash gray

while Space fills every room

as Time most heavily looms

 and unending questions abound

but no clear answers will ever be found

bedroom

Though it was never to be

I still believe mine seemed

the better dream

for you, for me

Simple, but pure

where nothing was obscure

Full and whole

with peace, unity, bliss; the goals

And love, always at the core

no need for anything more

Yes, I protest

Mine was the best

 

 

 

HPIM0653

Sitting in this

dying tree

wondering; should

I just let

you be, like she

has done with me?

When she said she

had to go

was that the last

that I should

know?  Then, I get

a shiver, when

wintry skies dim

with snowfall

winding it’s way

down the glen

I feel the fall

This tree; once, so tall

 

 

 

 

 

HPIM2990

Here am I; I have arrived

In this moment I am alive

There is no next, or one before

I am the open door

I watch, I hear the falling rain

There is no pain; no need for gain

Who am I; I take my bow

I am; my name is Now

 

HPIM3420

Days run past

hurrying around the bend

I can’t grab on that fast

as they slip away in the wind

I don’t see where they go

but, definitely out of my view

If only their pace would slow

then, these far betweens may become few