Poetry Blogs (resurrection)
Running up Moonbeams
Between life and death is a magical space
Where dreams are born, for you to chase
Some begin early and are dashed too soon
Others elusive, like the beams of the moon
Every once in a while as your path you traverse
From swaddled in a cot, to laid out in a hearse
Two souls will converge in a blending of time
As two become one, and in silent mime...
Thursday 7th February 2019 5:15 pm
She shimmers gold as barley
hands firm on trembling thighs
in landscapes insignificant
where painted memories dry
the meadow fills all senses
where they’d laid the grass pressed down
her soft wrists under palms
flesh opened like a silken gown
stretching low he holds the earth
like god made mortal now comes pain
and as the memory faded then
it flows ...
Sunday 22nd October 2017 10:11 am
There must be a death
if there is to be a resurrection;
The demise of something
in part or the whole of:
that portion of one's being...
Only then shall we see
with eyes new as morning's first light.
Only then shall we have
allow ourselves to take the first steps
laden with amnesia
of the former, forgotten self.
Come and cease...
Sunday 25th March 2012 9:20 am
In poetry, autumn is approaching death.
The mists of receding memory
part briefly in the shortening days
to feed the fruits of wisdom
to admiring young.
The dark night of winter
is a short blight
before life springs forth
again in proud perfection.
Floral beauty and rich crops
have spread their radiance,
fed their progeny, sown their seeds.
Done their job, returned to earth
Wednesday 16th December 2009 12:08 pm