Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category
a line is a series of points
living
so small
only fitting
a second
at a time
seeing
so little
but ourselves
what else
can we fit?
dying
each second
a second gone
the last
of its kind
making
every moment
worth having
and giving it up
for the next
filling
the space
wasting
our time
dividing
our lives
falling
behind
and forgetting
the rest
She Is The Spring
Her winter is gone,
but quiet remains
blown in on the breeze
and washed ashore
on the doorstep
along with last year’s
debris.
She turns over
blinking at the sun,
waking in her time
as feelings of warmth
begin to settle in
and sway through her
limbs.
Her face fills
with color and life,
dreary dreams of cold
have melted since
the songs have migrated
home again to nest
awhile.
Stretching now she smiles,
around her there
is motion, alive and serious
about its business
while in celebration,
having waited for her
eagerly.
Out of bed, covers tossed,
she is fresh-faced
and ready to greet
all those in anxious waiting
to share in barefoot glee
her wondrous blooming
love.
In The Garden
Digging holes, yes
we’re digging holes.
Going deep
to find the soul
and gain strong root
in the soil.
Through the hurt
and all the pain,
come the tears falling
in the rain.
All that’s buried here
will find the light,
so good things grow
and make it right.
Digging holes, yes
we’re digging holes.
