Poetry

Hello, everyone! This time I'd like to share some poetry I've been writing lately. 

Windows

The plastic daisies in my suncatcher

dance to the rhythm

of invisible light beams,

Bobbing to a mute tune,

somehow they touch the intangible.

Enclosed in plastic,

they transcend boundaries.

What secrets do they know?

Where is the sun, anyway?

Is it behind? Between? Before?

A preposition hidden among bulky nouns?

A winking conspirator slyly peeking through obstacles?

Warbling musical notes between the rush of raindrops?

Is it crouching in dank overgrowth?

Emitting gentle warmth between seizmic shifts?

Tell me the secret

to sensing this presence.

The life energy that pulses and yet steadies

Source of light itself.

Doorways

This door is every door.

Outside lies possibilities.

A step across that threshold starts a journey

from reflection to action, routine to newness.

Shifting perspective brings refreshing energy,

ripples out in concentric circles.

Echoing beyond the immediate,

touching hearts and triggering waves,

reaching distant shores

that may never feel my footfalls.

Limitless.

Looking across the divide,

the liminal space compels.

The hallway is the corridor to beyond.

I choose that step forward,

into the possible:

horizons reached.

It all begins here.

The Love Window

She presses her face against the window.

Love. Beauty. Passion.

I can see her,

Ephemeral in the sunshine,

Tossled by the caress of a passing breeze.

She beckons,

And I press my fingertips against the cool pane.

Her slim cheek,

Gleaming eye on me.

I can almost feel

The warmth in her supple skin.

Almost.

So I grip the window, push it upward,

And let Love in.

Let warmth in.

Compassion. Joy.

Not elusive anymore but tangible.

Mine.

Let Life Surprise You

Knowledge is an addiction.

It consumes,

Leaving scant room for questions.

There’s no place

For what I don’t know.

This situation,

That woman,

Those circumstances.

I know them.

I set a firm foundation to build upon.

Lay concrete hard beneath my feet.

But soon cracks appear,

And the blades that thrust through

Show that concrete isn’t all there is.

Bold tufts of wild vegetation,

A burst of hardy blossom,

Appear within the slab.

Triumphant.

Always underneath.

Real motives,

Shades of context—

The beating heart within.

Better to let Life surprise me.

She will show me who she is.

No Moment (Alexa)

The hardest part is not

That you had to go.

I understand

You were called forth.

The voice you waited for rang through

The darkness

Confusion

Pain

And you were eager to respond.

That gives me joy.

You moved forward,

Claimed your reward.

What is hard

Is that you made that journey without us,

Who walked with you in this world,

Through valleys and up peaks.

We shared life together

And your personal transition,

Was also ours,

Except that we missed the last leg.

There was no moment;

You were just gone.

Remember

Remember old friendships:

Neighbors no longer near,

Best friends of past days,

Boyfriends once cherished.

Remember how they ended.

Exploding or drifting away,

Or as a casualty of life’s transitions.

Remember being wronged,

And bringing that wrong.

Remember the barrage of emotions.

Carry that weight.

It’s onerous but familiar.

Pick it up again.

Now remember

close bonds,

love and trust,

understanding and acceptance.

The joys of sharing triumphs

And the sweetness of mutual consolation.

Together

In heart and mind

Your souls like twin constellations

Shining in the darkness.

How much it all meant.

Hold it in your mind’s eye.

Focus on it--

your North Star.

Remember.

Quarantine

When I walked through the open door,

I found a void.

It yawned before me,

Gasping for oxygen.

The amusement park was empty,

Unmanned booths,

Unsolicited attractions

Eerie without merriment.

When the wind blew through,

It brought tumbleweed,

Yet also the Holy Spirit.

The cadence of my own voice

Both jarring and revelatory

In the silence.

I entered the roller coaster,

A one-woman car,

Shifting and lurching on the track.

With no one behind or in front,

The space overwhelmed.

From a great height,

I cried out,

My utterance falling solely

On my ears.

As I rode the dips and spins of human drama,

In the form of steel and automation,

I took in the abandon.

There was no one.

Yet I knew

That somehow

We are all on this ride,

Climbing and free-falling,

Anticipating the next curve,

Clinging to the iron bar,

And holding our breath.

Waiting to roll to a stop.

What I Knew

It’s a strange kind of knowing:

sensing my limits

striving to move outward

bumping into walls instead.

Yet also intuiting

the More beyond them.

The instinct that there is substance

in the shadows I fumble in

or at the edge of the horizon,

that I struggle to peer beyond.

Believing I will find

by awkward stumbling

or sheer accident,

an answer.