Posted in 2019, God Thoughts. (Beyond Words)

O Shining. Vcl©️

I am wrapping myself up

In the ends of the year

Quietly, with slow movements

The kind that shapes

The way we think

Letting go so gently

For all has been spoken

I walk the galleries

The galaxies of memories

Where poet’s words come from

 

Quietly, my old year, that shrivelled old senior

Falls asleep amidst the fireworks

That riotously run their course

Among the shooting stars

O shining.

 

 

*Burst of celestial fireworks NASA

Posted in 2019

Twixmas-The Time Between. Vcl©️

I’ve been quietly basking

Quietly basking in the spirit

In the spirit of Twixmas peace


You know of what I speak

I speak of that deep silence

That deep silence that awaits


A glimpse of final sunrises and sunsets

The sunsets that hold all the secrets

All the secrets of the year to come

 

I long to clutch these year end days

Year end days that have no words

No words yet except to wait

 

Is that a promise?

A promise that can be kept?

Be kept snuggled to my heart?

 

I’ve been quietly basking.

Posted in 2019

The Time Passage. vcl©️

It’s been awhile….

The Time Passage

I live in a time of quiet places

I reach for words

Look for moments

In which your words do penance

Or disappear into the deep

Silent abyss of memories

The ghost of loss reaches out

Wiping silver tears from my eyes

Wrapping me in an invisible cloak

My urgent questions slip away

Down, deep down, spiraling

Into the time passage.

Image: Roger Groom

Posted in 2019, 31 Days (Fiveminutefriday)

The Gift. Vcl©️

Don’t make me grimace

Or speak Words not meant 

Just let me be surprised 

Astonished even

As I open the gift,  Lord

That you have given me 

In this day

I refuse to be an enemy

of the good

As I feel the cold air 

Ruffle my feelings

In this world of deaf people 

i just make a list of the things

You ask me to do and go

Tied up with a crimson bow. 

 

 

Posted in 2019, 31 Days (Fiveminutefriday)

Why I Write. vcl©️

Sometimes life seems just too much

I write as a beacon to tell others such 

For it’s not easy the road we tread

The signs we ignore, others left unread.

How quickly we arrive at the end of life’s course 

And we’re done, no time for remorse

What will you leave for those still in the race

As they gaze with expectation 

Upon your wizened face

Will your thoughts turn inward 

to salt in the sea

Or high fives at the pearly gate

Thus I write, for

Either option you’re free.

Posted in 2019, God Thoughts. (Beyond Words)

Remember. vcl©️

No matter who you are
Your story will include suffering

The hollow voice on the broken path
The stab to the heart that gives grief words

While most stand clear
Fearful to hear of sorrow’s wrath

Lest your mourning touch their funeral pyre
Of buried hopes, or broken dreams

Igniting flames of unquenched fire
Forget that you have stumbled, vision blinding

Faced dead ends, no need reminding
I just hope to God you get up again.