National Poetry Month glitch
Okay-internet down so I've lost 4 days of posting poems. But I have been writing them in my purple covered journal and will now share them with you. Here's hoping the internet stays steady and I can keep up. Technology is a wonderful thing, until it's not, like this weekend. It's why I love my spiral notebooks and purple pens so much.
DAY FOUR
word group: father--distant--noble--heart
MY FATHER
The hayseed farmer
with noble heart
who kissed my cheek
rubbed my feet--
is gone
into the distant
Netherlands that house
dead souls.
I cannot touch him
but across the distant breach
I feel his heart
beat inside of mine
and he is still here.
DAY FIVE
word group: rough--sanded--amazement--years
AMAZED
Along the craggy shoreline
torn by winds
sanded by time
the ocean foams in
a frothy veil.
Bubbles hold onto life
the way we capture
days in a diary
as if we could keep them.
Years from today
when another woman
strolls this beach
in search of a soul
in the symphony
of a polished shell
she too will be amazed
that one so small
can travel the same path
as kings
with no soul at all.
DAY SIX
word group: fisherman--line--heartbeat--mist
WILD FIRE
The angry fisherman
casts his fine line
into the belly of the lake
mist rises
forgotten dreams
that refuse to be lured
back to life
and his heartbeat quickens
as dawn crackles
behind pines
scorched by an errant fire
kindled by stupidity.
DAY SEVEN
word group: mother--sleeping--faithful--arms
Inside the bowl of ivory skinned arms
a baby relaxes in soundless sleep.
Eyelids are a tissue paper screen
against the glare of moonlight.
The rocking chair rocks slowly
in rhythm to the mother's heartbeat.
In sync with gentle thoughts
her finger traces the downy cheek.
A faithful prayer of dark longing
rises in the mother's breath.
She prays into the night
for a happy life for her daughter.
DAY FOUR
word group: father--distant--noble--heart
MY FATHER
The hayseed farmer
with noble heart
who kissed my cheek
rubbed my feet--
is gone
into the distant
Netherlands that house
dead souls.
I cannot touch him
but across the distant breach
I feel his heart
beat inside of mine
and he is still here.
DAY FIVE
word group: rough--sanded--amazement--years
AMAZED
Along the craggy shoreline
torn by winds
sanded by time
the ocean foams in
a frothy veil.
Bubbles hold onto life
the way we capture
days in a diary
as if we could keep them.
Years from today
when another woman
strolls this beach
in search of a soul
in the symphony
of a polished shell
she too will be amazed
that one so small
can travel the same path
as kings
with no soul at all.
DAY SIX
word group: fisherman--line--heartbeat--mist
WILD FIRE
The angry fisherman
casts his fine line
into the belly of the lake
mist rises
forgotten dreams
that refuse to be lured
back to life
and his heartbeat quickens
as dawn crackles
behind pines
scorched by an errant fire
kindled by stupidity.
DAY SEVEN
word group: mother--sleeping--faithful--arms
Inside the bowl of ivory skinned arms
a baby relaxes in soundless sleep.
Eyelids are a tissue paper screen
against the glare of moonlight.
The rocking chair rocks slowly
in rhythm to the mother's heartbeat.
In sync with gentle thoughts
her finger traces the downy cheek.
A faithful prayer of dark longing
rises in the mother's breath.
She prays into the night
for a happy life for her daughter.
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