Deep Shadow

 
It took its chilly time to shed its light
And turn blood-red in darker, deeper night.
I finally realized its end had come,
But trusted once again it would shine bright.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting with the theme word “shed”. The photo above is the Moon in dark shadow through my phone when I went to bed. It looked more amazing in real life.

Evening After the Lunar Eclipse

Personal

 
The present doesn’t go with last night’s dream.
My future rolls her eyes. Those older books
Stare at me with their hostile, angry looks
Suggesting that I’d not know what they mean.

My dragons are far kinder than they seem.
We drink fresh water from the ancient brooks.
We catch our fish with only magic hooks
And what we eat becomes our sacred theme.

It’s not that I have nothing to confess.
It’s only what I’ve done is far too small
To bother you with details should I sin.
I’m sure the bed you’ve made looks like a mess.
I’m sure you also felt that you would fall,
But here we are. And look! The morning’s in.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Anmol is hosting with the art of confession.

Sun Approaches

Bookcases

 
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.

Three Crows Come to Visit

Past Regrets and Future Song


My resolution for those tears now past
Are that the present day may rise and bring
Forgiveness. May regrets not yearn to last,
But let the fearful future learn to sing.


Linked to dVerse Poetics where Merril is hosting and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays. And to Linda G. Hill’s Just Jot It January.

Linda G. Hill's 2019 Jot It January

Secret Ingredient


Listening to MacArthur Park
As winter turns my dreams around
I see forgiveness search the dark
To find bright angels carry sound.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme “secret ingredient” and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays who keeps reminding me of what is important.

Also many thanks to KATiE MiA Frederick!il who posted a while back a YouTube link to Donna Summer singing Jimmy Webb’s MacArthur Park which brought back memories. 

The Shape of Snow and Ice

The Warmth of the Dance


The music helps the fire throw heat.
Tom and Jane dance with the beat.
The wind turns snow until it’s gone.
Through cold or warmth the dance moves on.

When we let go then we may spin
And let whatever’s out there in.
Jane and Tom would understand
But now they’re resting hand in hand.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Victoria C. Slotto is hosting on the theme of “fire” and to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Caught Snow

Touch

Forgiveness brings the softest touch
Yet smashes walls to let in light.
We throw away the leper’s crutch.
The snow that bothered us so much
Now sparkles like bright stars of night.


Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah is hosting with the theme of “touch”. I am also linking to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.

Photos: “Morning Snow”, above, and “Trail of Leaves Through the Snow”, below.

Trail of Leaves Through the Snow