This darkness isn’t such that I
Can brighten it by light I bring.
No laws of nature taint the sky.
No bonds bind it so it can’t sing.
The power failed, but should we wait
For what might not come speedily?
Some of us would hesitate,
But darkness helps our hearts to see.
We’re thankful for the light that’s near.
Praise sound, but not with our ears solely.
Our voices stir the darkness here
Repeating, “Holy, Holy, Holy.”
Early morning freshens air.
Trees appear from dark of night.
As I rise the chilly skies
Help me smile with welcomed light.
Evening consummates all this,
Adds some darkness to the day.
Silhouettes are what I get
As I smile to find my way.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme of “shadows, shapes and silhouettes”. It is also linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “early”.
Photos: “Morning Silhouettes”, above, and “Evening Silhouettes”, below.
I wake to thunder and shivers of lightning through the window. The rhythmic sound of rain comes and goes. The sky surrenders with its tears.
Will I find the right words today? I only need to risk a few. Some come to me like soothing rain perhaps through the storm clouds of my dreams. I wonder, will they do?
Today, depending on how long the sky needs, the Sun may stay behind the clouds holding the sky in warm embrace forgiving the sky for all those doubts.
rain weeps summer’s sun away
autumn starts to fall
Tomorrow I will be hosting dVerse Poetics with the theme of frustration and heartbreak featuring Gerard Manley Hopkin’s poem “Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend” and Dionne Warwick singing the Bee Gee’s “Heartbreaker“.
Photos: “Early Morning”, above, “Morning Shadows and Reflections”, below.
News: My poem “Boundaries” appeared in the current issue of The Lyric.
Birds may chatter. I walk by.
Trees prepare to greet the Sun
That concentrates on shiny things
Like bonds held true with golden rings.
The birds rejoice when morning’s come.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics where Sarah Russell is asking us to focus on the thing rather than explicitly describing something abstract which the reader is supposed to guess, but I am not sure what it is myself.
Photos: “Movement”, above, and “Birds Minding Their Own Business”, below.