Love’s Current

Love’s Current

Around the bend of your kiss
is a mist that turns my voice thick.
Our journey reveals mysteries
one at a time.
No longer wading in uncertainty
we stand together under a waterfall of eternity.
Toes gripping a slippery foundation
fingers laced, we face each other
immersing ourselves
in the path that lies ahead.

 

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Heart On a String

Heart on a String

It looks like a bleeding balloon from a distance.
Dripping or maybe oozing is more accurate.
Step closer, it is obviously not bobbing but beating
tethered to a string of promises
knotted up in hope.
Stepping even closer
you realize
it’s your hand holding the string.

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Youthful Memories

Youthful Memories

Memories
of youth
of friendships
of innocent crushes
span the wide gap
of yesterday and today.
A teardrop stains my face
evidence of the beautiful tattoo
you gave my heart so long ago.

 

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Connections

Connections

Heavy clouds block the sun and release.
Footsteps make a slurping — sucking sound
the ground is a sponge taking more.
In contrast to the grey-white sky, color flies
to the feeders and bobs brown and pink
as squirrels and bunnies nibble nuts and clover.
Watching and sharing their delights,
joy thrives in the swell and flow.

 

Day 2 of The Poetry Chain 5 day challenge

 

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Waiting for You Letters

Waiting for You Letters

He wrote a letter for each of us
while mom was in delivery.

His birthing process
scribing his prayers on paper
while mom’s pleas filled the room
both of them breathing hope into our tiny bodies
both pouring love into our existence.

One by one they achieved seven
that stayed long enough to name.
Each one they viewed as God’s gift to hold
for as long as they could.

Together they waited for us
to stand
to walk
to talk
to run towards their ideals.

Together they waited for us
to fill their lives with new purpose
to hold their hands
to catch up to their long strides
to share our dreams.

Side by side they aged
until one, would age no more.
I’m sure he is writing his Waiting for You Letters
not to hurry us along
but to welcome us, as before.

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