Reaching All Ways

Sometimes there are words piled up, a board, an imagination gone kaput, and a need to make something out of all this confusion around me.

Living Times

Every age has gifts
Paid across time’s immensity,
None to be discounted
In its value to we who wait
For the moment catching up.
Our pleas cannot stop
The passing of hands over
The pale counted face
Yet we linger in hoping
God may more years, us, bestow.
All finally know
Each hour is precious to spend
In loving those whom
Dear to us, become, ever are
Life is a treasure, so much more.
The child, youth, grown-up,
Middle-aged, seniors, elders, fading,
All precious, surpassing dear;
Lord, give us life, love,
Help us live without bounds, alive,
Keep us well in health, clarity,
And protect us from doubt and fear,
All our lives let us be blessings of love,
Every moment, hour, day, month, and year.

2020.06.08 Still life

Tread Delightly

Dancing on the wings
Of morning light, I see night
Take flight, hard away,
So that color floods my sight
With clearest vision, delight.
Touching me, my heart,
Sweet as love, peace now impart
Applying a start
That gives hopes and dreams a part
To play in every dear art.
The one becoming
Oncoming at a quick run
Found in time of fun
Calls laughter forth in the sun
Overcoming, now begun.
Not of any past
But in the present at last
No clouds overcast
Wild creative on a mission
To positivity amass.

2020.06.07. Entrance Hall resized

Nothing Spared

This is both realist, idealist, pessimistic, and optimistic. You look at that glass and see one state, I look at it and see at least three. I think, to some degree, I live in multiple realities. Maybe I will write about it sometime, for now, the poem that brought me here.

What we hold in hand
One moment another can
Require so sudden
Prying from our fingers grasp
The prized thing we dream will last.
Whether property,
Relationship, talent, skill,
We may against will
Be made to apply what is
Ours to uses beyond us.
It is good to be
Aware and grateful for all
We have, do, and are
Always, for the world without
Fair reason may call us, debt due,
Though nothing in truth
We owe, but to love fully,
Do our best going onward,
Our gains may forfeit be
At a sudden whim of fate,
We are cast upon the path
Which to conquer is so slow
We begin again to prosper
To fill our plate and appetites sate.

2020.06.07 edit barn hay downsized

Four Seasons Mine

I was a bream on
Summer days when boats on lakes
Did drown in radiant sun,
I scantily clothed did ski upon
The surface of olive waters.
I was a part-way-er
In the glorious golden ruby
Of Fall when bedded
In fresh fallen leaves lying
On fading brittle grass.
As Winter came, a storm,
I was a bundle scarcely knowable
For layers framed me in;
Snow, though seldom, was my friend
With its kind spherical men.
When Spring sang love aloud
I was called from my long idle
Embracing the soil, sky, clouds,
That brought me smudged to be washed
After hours of running wild, a rush.

2020.06.06. bright leaves edited