Category: forgiveness

Endlessness

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Todays prompt: Begin a poem with “endless”

Endless winds rustling

Through leaves baked a thin crisp green

By summer’s noon sun.



Endless wilting flowers

Reaping words of empty dust

Sands away meaning.



Endless hope sprouts blooms

In the dry cracked refuge of earth

A survival scented thing.

Freedom of Wings

Image is my own






Haunting seen
In darkening clouds
Of chrysalis dreams
Where wanting,
Where desiring,
Haunt seen
Cease existing--
In this capturing
No ring 
pierced through
Butterfly wings
Dripping still
From newly emerging
Dreams not tended.


	


	
	






	
	

		
Periphery
	


	

		

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VJ’s Weekly Challenge: peripheral – One Woman’s Quest II (onewomansquest.org)










Periphery





The whitest teeth





Of one brother’s smile.





Hair so black





The curls shine blue,





My mother’s hair





A forehead with a line





Of slicked back black hair,





My real father.





Clark Kent glasses,





The frames of the coke





Bottle bottom glasses,





My other brother.





The whisper of an accent





mingles with scent of Old Spice cologne,





the man I thought was my father–










Fleeting things—





Such imagery captured briefly





In the corner of the senses





Some strange trick of heart and mind—





The mind’s empty, missing parts perhaps





Playing the trickster





With edges of the senses,





So we think we see, hear, smell





The seeds of things we grieve.










Images of the dead





Cannot be real.





Such things as ghosts





Do not exist.





These ephemeral flashes





Of the senses share no breath,





No grace of God gives life





To them as they melt away





Before a half breath





Can be taken.










So, I stood





Still





Afraid to breathe





Afraid to blink





Or let the tears





That gathered fall





When I saw





A lion’s mane of hair





As you tilted your head back





To smile—





For six years—





I had not seen you





Felt you





At all–





Until





I stood





Gazing at Van Gogh’s





Field with Irises near Arles–





Your favorite flower—





Irises–





and art you loved—





the first time





in six years,





I feel you nearby—





I am stilled—





Until





Someone else moves





Beside me,





A distraction,





And you are gone.





But you linger with me





Like a wonderful and strong





perfume

	


	
	






	
	

		
Jacob’s Hip
	


	

		

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Wrangle words, twist defenses





Round heart and soul,





You need the bricks





Behind which





You hide, denying





the blackness all see





Of the hate you spit.










Remember Jacob’s hip





After wrestling with God.






	


	
	






	
	

		
Meditations on Forgiveness
	


	

		

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summer hot, humid


kills desire of sweetness


flowers forgiveness


 


falls decaying death


forgiveness dead leaves lifeless


blacken a gift heart


 


winter freezing ice


a cold weapon forgiveness


to cut the giver


 


spring new life begins


forgiveness lifeless, no seed


to plant, grow—never


 


The bird of flame rises


From the ashes in my chest—


Ash of forgiveness


Never given.


 
	


	
	






	
	

		
Heart and Soul
	


	

		






 Tell me a truth 
 of burning flames.
  
 Better yet,
 Chant me all the truth
 Of a holy rosary.
  
 Or would you whisper a truth
 Of a head on a silver platter.
  
 Perhaps, you’d like to
 Express the truth
 Of a dance through the city.
  
 Or act out the truth
 In the washing of your hands.
  
 Could you do all that,
 Plus destroy a temple or two,
 And it be the truth 
 Of your heart?
  
 I know you say it would
 But no bushes burn,
 No seas part,
 No lepers heal, 
 No dead rise
 When you know nothing
 Of your own heart and soul. 

	


	
	






	
	

		
Trails
	


	

		
Set out years ago

Dropped breadcrumbs

Some no bigger than dust particles

Of the soul

Along the roads and paths

Thought I’d find my way back,

There’d be time

There’d be years

Be months

Weeks

Days

Seconds

Left before the sand

Absconded with the hourglass

To find the trail of dust and crumbs

Sweep and pour them

Back into the soul

Add a few ingredients

Create once more

From the beginning


 


But birds and squirrels

Feasted on the leavings

And I’ve no desire

To return to where I started.


 


 

	


	
	






	
	

		
History
	


	

		
history image


Spun out from the centrifuge

Twisted in helix meaning

Strands entwined, twisted back

Stretching toward history within heritage

Search through the montage of time

Sift through pounds of truth and lies

For a few ounces of purity

Measured out within the mess

The now was the past

Where to walk

We travel back

On twisted helix roads

To the selves we were

So very long ago

And learn

The future braided

In the past

With the now

And made us whole

	


	
	






	
	

		
Truth
	


	

		
What truth is there but this?

Contained within the sand, wind,

An inky blue sapphire sea

Watching whales and seals play

As they sing their songs of joy

I listen

Their language so foreign to me

A vocabulary of rejoicing

In all that God has made

I can neither interpret nor define

Within this human construct

That it seems God forgot

Yet I seek to know

What they say

Of love

Of grief

Of play

Of joy