for Kelly K. Moran
Before they fell in love
he'd met her heart in a dream.
It offered hope and beat within him,
brought soil and light to the trees.
Then she came to him, full-bright,
an unearthly light across the fields.
As she spoke
her voice lifted flowers from the gray.
They swelled and broke the silence within him,
brought blue to the sea.
In such time she carried him, sleep-quiet,
placed his broken body in the arms of angels.
When the shadows fell away, one by one,
they could see that his heart resembled hers.
An undeniable sign.
Oh love, mysterious thing,
as vital to life as the stars are to the universe,
you are what gives God his sight.
Jason Sturner
Wheaton, Illinois, U.S.A.
www.jasonsturner.blogspot.com
Saturday, 11 September 2010
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Swing and Creak
See-sawing in the breeze-
the thin crusted line
between the disparate worlds
is trodden down by soft petal-toed feet,
on this day of horrors.
On other dark hued days preceding.
On the long oily chain of days following.
Said but not spread,
only to whim
and not design.
It is not bright,
not suffiently warm enough to
gnaw holes in the freezing ice that covers everything.
freezing innocuous
moments like diseased flies in amber.
Find oneself in a familiar, previously trodden down spot?
Say welcome back Mrs.
Rebecca Woods
becki.woods@hotmail.co.uk
the thin crusted line
between the disparate worlds
is trodden down by soft petal-toed feet,
on this day of horrors.
On other dark hued days preceding.
On the long oily chain of days following.
Said but not spread,
only to whim
and not design.
It is not bright,
not suffiently warm enough to
gnaw holes in the freezing ice that covers everything.
freezing innocuous
moments like diseased flies in amber.
Find oneself in a familiar, previously trodden down spot?
Say welcome back Mrs.
Rebecca Woods
becki.woods@hotmail.co.uk
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