I dot my eyes
tears continue to fall
smiles and sounds start to dim
their imprint lays on my heart
the beat of love calls within
tho it hurts to say “goodbye”
tomorrow’s hope is in my hand
I wiggle its fingers
I dot my eyes
warmed by the setting Ugandan sun
shadowed sculptured lines
fingers smooth imperfections
artist’s smile
Shared with Poetry Pantry at Poet’s United. There is always room for more poetry in the pantry.
“But it is written ‘What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love Him…'”
1 Corinthians 2:9
In the reflection of the moment
as the candle flickers
refusing to die out – I see it
The love of the bridegroom
how can he love something so plain
at this moment colorless
my only adornment a few flowers
his smile is like a rainbow
I want to hold it in my hands
fragrance overwhelms me
like a springtime garden
opening fresh faces to the sun
I am loved, I am loved
the words swirl around me
in whispers, in songs
I become like a prima ballerina
leaping over blue clad clouds
and it only took
one moment to know
when I looked in his eyes
The Lord is likened to a Bridegroom whose heart swells with love when his bride enters the room. No one else is there just the bride and the bridegroom. How is it possible when there are so many brides to be singled out, to be special, to have a one and only kind of love with such a lover?
Your large eyes
wide open like saucers
empty hands
longing to be held
one look into the world
you can feel it
“Hunger”
a gasp
needing to be expelled
*
Have your lips
tasted more than sawdust?
Has your heart been over filled
with warmth?
Do you circle life
in desperation
ever seeking shelter from
*
Raise your head
never stop your seeking
don’t give way
to darkness and despair
there’s a sunrise, golden
that is peaking
over hope’s horizon
where you’ll be held and fed
I’m trying to address homelessness from many angles. This poem looks straight into the eyes of those who have so little. There is much a person can endure with hope. Without hope however even the best of situations can readily disintegrate.
Inspired by Poet’s United Mid Week Motif Prompt Hunger.
Images © L. Moon 2014
Looking from your side
of reality
what do you see?
He sees
books
I see
trees
Does it matter the angle
require a dodge?
Is perspective the viewer?
the critic my dog?
At Word Press Daily Post an excellent and fun prompt Perspective
Early in the morning
the dawn and I do rise
looking as the sun peeks
in my lover’s eyes
driving toward a new day
against a wakening sky
longing for that first cup
my keyboard, blog and I
This weeks wordpress photo challenge prompts us to photograph what we do as we start our day
see how others start their day:
Forever it seems
I wait upon this shore
my eyes are open
have not what I need to see
*
I wait upon the shore
wistful thoughts
pass by like clouds
what must it be like to soar?
*
My eyes are open
ocean’s spray starts my sight
beauty too magnificent
these lips explanation cannot cope
*
I have not what I need to see
to the other side
but there will come a day
when forever will surpass my dreams
Photograph: “Receeding Tide” © L. Moon 2013
A Red, Red Rose
By Robert Burns
~~~
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
~~~
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:
~~~
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
~~~
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
~~~
Inspired by a Rose
by L. Moon
~~~~~
My love is like the rose
red are her lips that speak
soft fragrance on her skin
I wish to breathe so deep
~
She is so fair my dear
her eyes they becoken me
deeper than blue sky
foamier than the sea
~
I cherish you my heart
true to the end you’ll see
on one knee I did ask
loving devotion thou didst read
~
I bid thee now farewell
yet for a little while
It cannot be too long
my world wrapped up in your smile
Photograph: Fallen Rose L. Moon copyright 2012
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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