Poems

Like a faithful sentinel I stood watch day after day, Impatiently waiting for the sun To run its course, to trip over itself, To, at last, tumble backward over the horizon, Giving way, of course, to the sky To light my dreams, one by one, Each and every night. You were there in every dream, Your luscious body next to me. Sadly I awoke, day after day, To the sun, the empty space next to me. Once again, I would rise from my dreams, Impatiently stand watch, Waiting for nightfall, so I could fall, Fall in love with you again and again Each and every night. When I told a wise man, My dreaming would soon be over, He warned me Of the darkness that would befall my soul Should I no longer live in my dreams. “Love does not exist in the light of day,” He warned me. “If you insist upon coming to your senses, Love will only fade away, just like the stars. “It is time, now,” he said, To live in your dreams Even when you are awa...

Fathering: A little bit of instinct, hidden In that treasured pocket of your genes. A  chunk of love The size of your heart. A life-time supply of self-respect, Needing none from your children. A memory overflowing with compassion,  Remembering well what it is To be angry, hurt, Withholding, stubborn, lost. A precious soul all too familiar, Familiar with the blasphemous fallacy: So-called tough love, Too often indistinguishable From abandonment and cainful revenge. A beloved heart, perhaps broken  But healing, Healing one’s own father wounds. The ingredients of Fathering. They are always there, There for your offspring, Perhaps even for a stranger, Perhaps even for yourself. No matter, The ingredients are always there, There for the trying on, for the wearing, for the taking, For the being. Happy Father’s Day To all who choose to be Fathers In the many different ways we can be Fathers.

Photography from   http://www.womenscouncil.org/cd_web/Angelou.html   Intense, Rhythmic,  Ah, elegant, Fully resonant her voice. Her creations Perhaps not for the eyes But for the ears only. From deep within the caverns of her soul, Her carefully-chosen words Put bow to those Godly strings Harmonically vibrating like a cello.  Sounds, yes music, we shall miss, Yet etched forever  Deep within our own poetic souls.

I endured my first steps into the morning. The cold pavement greeted me. The Son soothed me. The road led to the first meal of my day. Christ in his entire filled my gnawing heart, Like gentle morning dew, He awakened me from my sleep. Returning home the Son blinded my eyes, Encouraging me to see the path In which he was leading me. Suddenly,  Sounds and smells of my childhood Engulfed me. Sparrows, Lilacs, Blue jays, And doves, Summoned me. I consumed the second meal of my day. And the longings, Mother Father Brother Sister They arose Serving me bittersweet treats, I struggled through the third meal of my day. And then the Son, Sparrows, Lilacs, Blue jays, Doves, Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, Ushered me up the walk. The welcoming smell of sausage Brought a smile to my face. I was home. My husband ...

Passers-by admire, oh yes admire. Rich, moist, freshly-turned, seemingly yearning For Your gentle fingers to push through So many invisible layers with new seeds. A perennial or two perhaps You’ll grace me To stop this endless planting. Ah, how no one knows The rich, moist, freshly-turned Feels raw to me, quite naked,  Fearful of the winds, the rains Flooding through to places in my soul Where no roots abound Only memories. Memories of untold, Unplanned, unexpected up-rootings. Memories of blossoms long since bloomed, scuttled, Buried for mulch or burnt Mercilessly in a pile of clippings, cuttings, Pruned limbs, not even dead. ❦ It sometimes takes me days, Sometimes weeks, Sometimes many a conversation with You To open my eyes and see and hear, To notice this small patch “work,” Is but a small patch in an endless garden  Where I get to live with You Forever and ever. So now that I have come to my senses, ...

To you, my Love, my hand outstretched to dance The day, the night the seasons all.  A song Did sing upon our hearts our souls.  No chance Event it was some years ago.  Not long Before new Love, our love, no boundary knew. Our arms, our eyes embraced our lips did kiss Our dreams spun webs of silk, delights not few. To let it fly away we'd be remiss. I spun you 'round and 'round, our hearts alight In dance, in joy, like stars against the sky. I heard you whisper in my soul, so bright Your voice, so soft your face, your words not shy Nor mine.  Our love like winds across the sea. Our song, our dance, forever more will be. ❦

I held your eyes, your hands Till I knew it was time, Time to let you pass. I watched you fly away To the horizon and beyond. I squinted, Wanting to follow you to The very very last. I come back, day after day Peering into that same horizon Where I last saw you flying home, Hoping, hoping by some miracle, I will see the horizon shimmer, Letting me know you are returning. Today as I stood vigil Awaiting your return, I sensed you next to me. At first I cried. I couldn’t touch you. But then I laughed, And you said something to me I will never forget. “Yes, I am here,” you said. “It’s hard for me to believe You cannot see me. I am right here. "I can see everything now Here and there, And the 'there' is where you are. Well, you’re here too Because there is no time here. We are all here. "So go home. Stop waiting for me to return. I have already. Look for me With your soulful eye...