Two Sides #poetry #heat #2faces

I was Janus once

a shiny side

a muted side

put all happiness aside

It wasn’t me

it certainly wasn’t you

for one day I was famous

then a hot wind blew it away

I spun the coin

heads or tales

to be or not to be

there’s no answer to the question

but there are always two sides

The prompt for Reena’s Xploration 231 is to reflect on the Poem “How to Be Alone by Padraig O Tuama

Reflect on How to Be Alone

Ripple #poetry #children

swishing water

all around

waves of colour

splashing sound

child’s smile

in the sun

rays of light

lapping fun

Observing children live life is one of the most calming and rewarding of activities. Watch a child play today…

Grace

a word broad and wide

grasp at undeserved beauty

little girl revived

A week ago a Sudanese refugee girl was in a coma – no answers. it just happened. A week later she was awake. Here name – Grace.

Grace is “unmerited: mercy, kindness, and patience” like the free gift given by Jesus.

The Missed Poem #poetry #blogging #friends

Like a cherry blossom

you fluttered on my cheek

with a waft of fragrance

the smell of pink

you lingered for a day

perhaps it was two

tried to catch up

with the poem and you

you vanished with the sunset

you flickered out of sight

no sign of the poet

you had taken flight

Reflecting on a dear talented poet Jackie Dick who passed several years ago. We met in the blogsphere and I am glad we had a cherry blossom moment. This poem is dedicated to her and other poets who have taken flight.

Beauty In The Cracks #Ukraine #poetry #photography

We know there are cracks

they lead to despair

but your underlying courage

makes me glad you are there

for the beauty you hold

fragrant like the rose

gives so much hope

refugees hands that you hold

I’m writing this for friends in Ukraine who had the option to leave Ukraine but stayed to help others. Heroic, loving and beautiful even as the cracks deepen.

Creativity Heals #art #depression

I just read a blog by a blogger who was really pressing down on herself for feeling that things are so bad. They are and they are not. It’s a matter of perspective.

BUT…

Something that helps so much is expression.

Blogging, art, writing are all forms of media that help us keep from that tipping point.

When I was very active on Social Media (sorry guys I am all over the world at the mo and so blogging is really a back door thing) I was meeting people coming out of Alcoholism, attempts at suicide, a divorce that drove the person batty…

there is that place to go to splash paint and get it off the head and heart.

And there is always prayer…

Reverse Thunder

I hear thunder in the distance

rolling onward like the waves

gaining power it surges  forward

and like a child I am afraid

flash and pounding ever stronger

seconds now and it will hit

dark the clouds and growing closer

blowing fragile tree to bits

it has stopped and hovers o’er me

a distinct voice of one I love

in the whispers it is calming

begging help from God above

*

Reverse Thunder

whispered prayers become a shout

God listens

Wait

The Cloudless Day #art #poetry #nature

Bleak winter presses on my soul

grey solitude heavy weight

nature’s blanket takes its toll

tearing at all reason I wait

colour plied to canvas tight

window opens cloudless peace

greens and yellows pull the light

shutter of my soul release

brush continually applies

shape takes beauty’s form

of winter I am free inside

spring unveils her radiant warmth

The art: “Clare’s Window” (1980s) is one of the paintings my mother has painted that brings nature’s beauty indoors. On many wintery days, I have pulled at the warmth from her work and felt less wintry weight.

Through My Heart #pain

premeditated

first drop of silent fear

flows its course

Borrowed Time #poetry #perspective

“Just living,” she frowned at the wrinkles etching her face.

“There’s no time left,” he drew a circle in the sand.

Both had seen so many sunsets they seemed to watch this one as if it were their last.

“You have to put in the numbers,” a little boy ran up with a stick.

The elderly couple watched as the boy made the circle into a clock.

“We still have a few more hours to play.” A little girl tried to sound very grown up through her lisp.

“Let’s build a castle with a moat.” Another grandchild had her shovel and bucket in tow.

“What a beautiful way to watch the sunset.” The grandmother’s face lit up like the dawn as the weight of time disappeared.

“Yes – together…” He lovingly grabbed her hand.

We live in times of uncertainty. Are we alone in this? No! We are not the only generation or time period that has more questions than answers. We must face challenges with strength not fear. Happy New Year.

Defaced #poetry

I stand awaiting your approval

 a fresh finished canvas

anticipating the final touch

but you the artist are unsatisfied

rather than a final wash of color

a knife rips through the center

displacing form and hope

dangling from the frame

I hear the sound of

drip drip drip

paint leaves its mark

indelible is bold crimson

on the floor where I once stood

a blot that can never be removed

but really what does all this ruin matter

for all that I was is done

dreams slashed

the palette dries

ugly hue the color of mud

and I can neither look up or down

I am a flailing bit of ruined possibilities

 

Do you ever look at something you’ve archived? Whether a drawing, a painting, or a poem some are worth excavating. This is such a poem that has possibilities.