Damn all that I want
The seconds, their rhythm
How perfect they seem
The song they sing
As though you are here
Championing their entrance
Into the hours, the Days
Tag Archives: hope
Is It Poetry
How can it be, the hour's calm
Despite all that is happening here
The beat of the world
Foreboding and loud
Yet the chickadee sings its sweet note?
Wherefore the whims of the wind
At ev'ry map dot, it seems
Churning, marching
Fanning the pain
While the porch chime resonates fine?
What of the flames that burn so
Blue, yellow, orange, then to red
Smoke-filled eyes from the North
Westward heart deeply charred
As the core of your Earth sleeps content?
Certainty: A Haiku
Over time you'll fly
Your grand wings and your tall crown
Keep them as my gift
Amidst
Two chairs
Empty
Have been
Waiting
Too patiently
Amidst
Soft grass
Overgrown
Reaching upward
Hoping
To comfort
The Companion: A Haiku
Hope was the first One
Who danced within my thoughts and
Kissed my lips this morn'
His fire warmed my bones
He gifted to me a cup
Half full and intact
Village in Tibet
Still
The most fixed of hearts
Vision-filled
Blinded not
Having drifted into the paths
Of many
Too many
Oncoming realities
Sometimes
The most skilled oracle
Caution-filled
Gifted so
Cannot shapeshift the wills
Of we
Predestined we
Hope artists
Move
What is the loveliest thing
I Am thatWho is the most humble One
I Am HeWhere does the Earth need the Sky
I Am thereThe way we must live to fight well
I Am howThe reason that they will hear hope
I Am whyThe now to remember your strength
I Am when
All Gone
The gods seized my feathers
And gave me in exchange
gossamer wings
Because they knew that I must fly
You stole my shoes
And mocked my innermost:
“dance, will you?”
Because you planned to watch me writhe
No need any more
Wishing, or worse
A third arm
Ambient days and nights every time
Perfect Puerto Rican coffee
Every time
Porch swings that don’t creak
A squirrel who’ll stay long after lunchtime
And you
Open eyes forbid this
But I still break for magic
“Believe”
I remembered I went and read to her
Her Cinderella stories that ruined my mind
But made hers fly
I believed
My presence, my words, my faith
Held power
I was taught to believe,
And I damn well believed
Their poison would bring her back
She’d remember
Wake up
And fly back to me
“Believe”
A whisper to me in the mid of Night
Made my feet fly
I believed
I knew that this faith
Held power
Out the door
To his side
To tell of The story
How we need not fear
He’ll wake up
He’ll fly back to us
In each moment
It is said
Possibility lives, breathes and flies
I must play The Realist
And tell the Story
That holds power
You can’t claim
A single truth
Unless you first Believe
To you then, license inures
Hope wakes up
And flies back to you
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