Saturday, April 28, 2007

LORD OF MY POETRY

As I have opened my soul to you,
So shall I open my heart,
For you have opened the gates of my mind,
And the upwelling of poetry,
Refreshed hopes,
Water's my soul.

Oh, lord of my poetry; my life,
Take care.
You hold in gifted hands,
Sighted eyes and brilliant mind,
Myself.

I am buoyed by the warmth of heart,
Your gift to mine.
Indeed, so high am I soaring
On hope's fragile wings,
I could fall.
Be but my wings,
And the air beneath
Shall be as the breath of love.

We shall soar together,
Through sunlit sky
And embracing night,
We shall rise on words of love,
And the delights of the mind,
Travel the path of delight and joy,
And body's sweet knowledge.
For you approach my inner self.
Take care.

Me

Monday, April 23, 2007

My Dad

A warm beating heart easing ear’s hurt,
Hand patting gentle and slow
Till we both half slumber
cuddled in one chair,

Deep voice rumbling and thrumming
With song half said and half singing,
With my aching head and kid-sticky sweat
Gluing us both to a half dreaming sleep.

I wonder if you knew sometimes
That my ear did not ache so much as
My dreams made me cry and need
A warm beating heart and rumbled story
to ease my aching mind.

And now, with your heart beating
(But now my heart breaking)
Your mind is the aching
And too full with the invader’s reach.

That I fear that too soon,
My dreams will tear at me,
And my ears ache once more,
But there will be no more smokey hand,
Nor heart with thumping ease
Nor mind to tell stories to drive out
Errant thought and fear.

And your children will be alone.

Your wife will be alone.

And we will only know ease as we know
There is One is large enough to hold you
On His lap,
And pat gently on your back
As you lay your head on His loving heart.

Me

I missed the anniversary of my dad's death. Just as well, as I'd rather celebrate his life.

Duet

Duet

Mama
slip slapping
toes to heal clapping,
mule shoes beating
ta tap ta tap ta tap tap,
walking to the music
in her head or body,
and before her
dancing to her feet music
her boy,
her 'loved child
dipping,
tip, tip tipping
side slipping
arms flapping
fingers dancing
feet strutting,
a page,
preceeding his queen.

Aug. 2004

Past Lives

PAST LIVES

When we were dolphins in the deep blue sea,
Together, swimming and free
We touched by singing
And water's tryst,
When we were the clowns of the sea.

When we were eagles in the mountains high,
Together we soared through the sky,
We touched with feathers
And echoing cry,
When we were the mountain's kings.

When we were wolves in the shadowed woods,
Running as only we could,
We touched with noses,
And howling call,
When we were the forest's song.

Together we've traveled thru worlds unknown,
When lifetime's gold promises shone,
We knew the secrets
And shared the joys,
When we were together as one.