Longing

Now I long

for all the beauty lost

from words and deeds-

I wish to knit peace

to wrap

this homeless, orphan,

careworn world-

the sun is sinking

and wintry night prowls about-

I bide my time

till ‘proud-pied April* arrives-

*in Shakespeare’s Sonnet 92

 

 

 

Posted for my prompt ~ Longing@ Poets United Midweek Motif

Awakening

 

A nightly garden looks at me

With its owl eye

Asking as it were, are you awake?

Yes, yes, say I

And I won’t crush your darkness

With my light-

You breathe peace and rest

I am no more afraid-

Come, hold my hand

And on this brink of time

Let us stand-

 

 

Posted for Susan’s midweek Motif ~ Awakening @ Poets United

Authenticity

 

I’d never be a glass house,

with each inch truth made,

brightly lit and transparent-

no, not me-

let me be the thick, opaque brick dwelling-

a window of sunlight truth is enough

to live in this world-

I am what I am

a little trace of mellowed truth-

speaking moonbeam words-

none would be hurt-

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Authenticity @ Poets United