One friend and I have had recent conversations about the state of our psyches. These two poems (kind of) describe mine. Which one will I be tomorrow?
The View
Lenses are grey
Diffusing my soul
Frustration grows
Daily
Weekly
Year by year
Till the lenses darken
To a deadly dull
Emptiness
Hopelessness
Lifelessness
Pack it all in
Let there be
No more tomorrows
No more light
No more no more no more.
The View
Lenses are rose
Uplifting my soul
Joy grows
Daily
Weekly
Year by year
Till the lenses brighten
To amazing
Exuberance
Delight
Laughter
Open it all up
Let there be
Tomorrows
Light
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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
The Last Time
When was the last time you
lifted your face to
the warmth of the sun?
Wiggled your bare toes
in freshly mowed grass?
Made an angel
in pure white snow?
Celebrated the warmth
of a family Christmas?
Shared a thought
with your far-flung sister?
When was the last time you
had a dream?
enjoyed a bear-hug?
had
HOPE?
Why did you make March 15, 2008
Your
Final
Last
Time?
lifted your face to
the warmth of the sun?
Wiggled your bare toes
in freshly mowed grass?
Made an angel
in pure white snow?
Celebrated the warmth
of a family Christmas?
Shared a thought
with your far-flung sister?
When was the last time you
had a dream?
enjoyed a bear-hug?
had
HOPE?
Why did you make March 15, 2008
Your
Final
Last
Time?
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Brothers Two
Brian and Bruce
There to greet your oldest brother,
you envelop him with love and acceptance.
Your velvet brown eyes lock onto his blue ones
as you renew the family bond
that had been severed
fourteen years ago when you, the fourth-born, succumbed to the year and a half long coma
and left Earth at a far too young 28.
Your oldest brother, the first-born, always remembered you with love
and wished he had spent more time
at your bedside.
He joins you now, (time stopped for him at 54)
his tattered soul completely healed and free.
Lead the way, Brian.
Show Bruce God’s peace.
The eleven years that separated your births
no longer matter.
They have disappeared into the
timelessness of eternity.
Dance and sing, brothers two.
Oh yes, dance and sing.
There to greet your oldest brother,
you envelop him with love and acceptance.
Your velvet brown eyes lock onto his blue ones
as you renew the family bond
that had been severed
fourteen years ago when you, the fourth-born, succumbed to the year and a half long coma
and left Earth at a far too young 28.
Your oldest brother, the first-born, always remembered you with love
and wished he had spent more time
at your bedside.
He joins you now, (time stopped for him at 54)
his tattered soul completely healed and free.
Lead the way, Brian.
Show Bruce God’s peace.
The eleven years that separated your births
no longer matter.
They have disappeared into the
timelessness of eternity.
Dance and sing, brothers two.
Oh yes, dance and sing.