the world it causes hearts ~ to suffer grief's
ache then pain burnt to ashes
for dearest yeshua ~ your presence this
day the divine consoling
I am from the clan of trees
we speak in the language of nature’s hidden tongue
for our souls talk under the ground
in the roots where we are bound
we are held together with the promise of living
we cling in the dirt to hear our language found
from the years of age and circles growing within our core
without a sound we reach the impasse of great distance
to articulate our prophecy to the arbor family
the ash to the maple, the pine to the oak
by gently, ever so gently flowing
through the depths of rock and rim
in waves of whispers that reaffirm
our slivers and branch’s cloak
captured in the shedding of light and elements of soil
climbing and spreading to heaven’s design
our common perfection to refine
we hold one to the other to protect and evoke
our tangle of trials of cold and smoke
through droughts and strife
we speak with quiet magnificence
for the cluster of forests that inaudibly touch
in times of trouble and toil
March 7, 2022
Falling from the mourning skies
Gentle thoughts and silent rhymes
Breathing grief through the spirit
Singing comfort with God’s tender hope
LIND30NR Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
March 6, 2022
The sun peeks over hills
and its rays crawled up onto my skin,
Waves as calm as a mill pond and were
coated with liquid crystals -
Gray thoughts and unrequited love
A cruel sentiment that only made me cry -,
Recedes into fine thin dust,
Assorted flowers and tall trees,
They comprehend for oneself-,
The light,
somehow transcend back to the deep space
and as the wind wrestled through the night
Perhaps there's nothing else in this world
that made me less blue but you.
come sit with me a while, my darling
beneath this apple tree
come sit with me, my sweetheart
do you not recognize me
come sit and keep me company, my love
i’ll welcome you every season of the year
come sit with me, my precious
i’ll listen as you pour your heart to me
AP: 3rd place 2022
‘neath piles of blankets
crying herself to sleep
she rocks ever so gently
in maternal arms
her loss too much to take
in shock she rocks so gently
in maternal arms
‘neath piles of blankets
crying herself to sleep
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
kissing
the tears away
of her broken heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
C-loud beneath the sky
H-as its own silver lining,
E-xpressing new hope.
Topic: Birthday of Cherry "Che" Cadano (March 15)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
Villa tapestries gave the space a hushed quality
Baskets of bread fruit cold chicken and some wine
Books some paper some quills and a bottle of ink
White horse fair haired rider in crispy white uniform
The leaping deer almost invisible in the far distance
Dozens of lithe greyhounds darted in the dark glade
Fair pretty delicate her even gaze tinged with sorrow
Series of quick sketches A finished study A painting
Of a renaissance angel Liquid shining ceramic dish
Air rich with the scent baking roasting pastymaking
Beautiful silver gown long lace veil spring flowers
Immense old oaks and chestnuts branch canopy
Enjoy helping hunt and collect plants of the forest
Taking his arm affectionately gathered her cloak
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