creative – Page 18 – three good words

June 9, 2015

there is light

the sword of a soothing look
cuts loose the meteor of affection

joy withers
in a moment of crisp
bright, brittle
understanding
frissoned with threads of doubt

of sight and senses
but the heart knows
what is meant
and will not concede to
willful self
deceit

three heartbeats worth of relief
hope restored
there is light
no comet flashing
stark against the void

but an ancient fire
kindled by the first of flames
alive, living
knowing, known.

May 21, 2015

presence

of the body, in the soul
woman is made and known
beyond the sight
alone
a moment’s breath
life, liquid
welling deep into invisible bone

of the body, with the body
curving, slopes are borne
high and heavy, known
a moment’s step
smooth along the palm
holding, holding

of the body, with the soul
silk and velvet, living
a moment’s sight
open rays in stars, shining
knowing, knowing
known.

May 21, 2015

small miracles

sometimes you find
the miracle already happened
before you even saw it
for what it was

sometimes the spark
lights up a fire so high
so bright
you know the warmth first
before you decipher
the flame, the light

sometimes life is made of
small miracles
piled up
one on top of the other
helping you, quietly
to make that sudden leap

and then it’s just that:
your life.

May 10, 2015

first of summer

balance _ railroad beautifulosophy dot com meadow _ promenade by yvan lemeur on flickr ice cream from sundaes and cones _ paris in four months on flickr

green golden meadows
spread lush out
into the sky
seamed dark by cool pines
lemony white
a butterfly

fluttering in bright bushes
over at the birches, an argument
one nest chirps, the other disagrees
and two cats doze in the sun
listening

while mother and daughter
walk by quietly
one calm, the other happy

that first taste of ice cream
remember?
how the days go by
peaceful, serene.

May 7, 2015

now

in steps
word for moment
sight opens wide to the n’th light
of what’s meant
to be
to be seen
together now
far beyond and yet so close

one step at a time
like a toddler curving up
out to the hand helping, holding
one more, just one more
until the muse
that silent call
descends like morning fog

dewdrop stars
icily fresh on the soul
feet of the mind
running

…

beyond now
lies forever for a heartbeat
one
and one
fingers slip on keys
pause
a thought

yes, now
and then now and now
yesterday, today
and one more
tomorrow
.