If I could only wash my age-soaked heart The way I do these clothes in this machine And trust in thirty minutes it’d be clean. I’d likely try it once or twice to start. What soap would do the best to tear apart What’s good from what has grown with time too mean? I’d make it cleaner than I yet have seen And wash it everyday - if I were smart.
These quarters are too little I confess. For payment ancient angels might want more Since no one gives forgiveness out for free, But then came dreams of lucid mystery. They weren't what I thought I was looking for Yet I felt clean enough to let them bless.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Jilly is hosting and the form is the sonnet with enjambment. I hope there are some lines above that represent enjambment.
The bookcases of one-by-six planed pine All screwed to dark but open basement beams Are how I feel the language of my dreams Twist hidden deep within each antique line.
I rarely read these books and none are fine And no one wants them anymore it seems. Like waters from some minds' now frozen streams They'd flow for someone’s eyes, perhaps for mine.
Sometimes when lost I find a letter there Recalling handwriting from someone dear Suggesting paths forsaken in the past. The words she wrote were reasoned well with care. The details I forgot are once more clear. The present waits then leads me home at last.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting with the theme of writing about something in your home that speaks to you and to last weeks’ Meeting the Bar with the sonnet theme.
Contented pelicans stand on the shore. Clouds look solid then they move away. Water’s back and forth. It will not stay. With all of this do I need something more? What is it that I’m always looking for? There’s the Sun and here’s a newborn day. There’s a moment somewhere bright or gray When every breath blows past a bolted door.
I’ll sing these songs of praise and some again Repeating them like waves whose joy may reach And soak the toes of walkers on the sand. Then when my time is done and I head in And when fresh water smooths this sandy beach May love songs still enchant this fairy land.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Bjorn is hosting with the sonnet form. This sonnet has a rhyme scheme abbaabba cdecde. It is associated with sonnets written by Petrarch.
Maple trees rest in the snow Covered with their fallen leaves. Winter’s wind will come and go, But maple trees stand in the snow. Their roots hold on. Let winter go And have its way. Though some may grieve, The maple trees wait in the snow Covered calmly by their leaves.
The Sun smiles on the rising dew
That turns to mist as Joe walks through.
Dreams do not come realized.
Mary waits with patient eyes
And trusts in what they’ve done.
When they knew the monsters won,
When terrors came to own their town,
When death appeared to take them down
They walked obeying mother’s call.
Let mountains from the heavens fall.
The final light is what they’ll find
Forgiving all they’ve left behind.