Ere break of day and dawns caress
Till sunset lays our cares to rest
We march and toil to gain what's true
With burdens many, respites few
And labor on with hope that may
In some small measure light the way
Of those dear ones in times accord
Who carry close the treasured word
Our presence left in some small part
Indelibly writ upon the heart
Categories:
respites, appreciation, death, eulogy,
Form: Elegy
Traumatic brain injury
traumatic headaches
intense frontal pain
temples are numb
quietly sends painful
signals throughout
my brain sometimes
my mind searches
for respites as the
pain swelling reaches
my optic nerve
radiating across my
skull thinking itch
my bones feel like
they are biting my brain
the muscles tense up
throbbing breaking
down my mood funny
I can’t focus so I breathe
pray this pain goes away
Traumatic brain injury
Association
Categories:
respites, allah,
Form: Quatorzain
Vibrant, sunlit aqua bands streak over grey sky,
As smoky purple, broad brush strokes under them lie.
Deeply drink this bolder winter palette, before it passes by!
Snow clings to the windward side of barren trees,
Like white icing on a chocolate cake set in nature's deep freeze.
A rare scarlet cardinal at my bird feeder among dozens of dun sparrows.
Winter's palette can be so narrow.
Seldom seen strong sunlight gilds fallen snow,
Raising my spirits with its reflected glow.
Tufts of beige grass peek through now and then,
Mossy green flower bulb tips poke up, it's safe when?
Disappointment and false starts are midwinter cares.
Gratitude for January thaw respites we share.
Greedy gallivanting about when nature allows.
When whipping winds blow, window gazing to merely browse.
But lo, three red robins graced my yard today.
While yellow crocus flowered, they sought worms, their prey.
With such harbingers, I'm impatient for the season on the way,
My life force is rising, with more energy to play!
MRT
3-17-13
Categories:
respites, color, life, winter,
Form: Sonnet
NOTHING NEW
This is nothing new,
Simon says;
“hello darkness my ole friend”,
She is never our friend,
We treat her as a stranger,
Every time,
two young co-joined oaks,
Is this a miracle,
Inevitably one follows the sun,
Covering the other in Shadow,
time suffers,
The deep roots co-mingle,
Seedlings pop us surrounding,
Two strong co-joined oaks,
With young tender trees about,
The storms they survived,
Turbulent winds and ice,
Lightening striking one,
Is changed forever,
The live on co-joined stronger,
So much pulls together,
More than obvious,
Their growth diverse and differing,
The undefinable remains,
Inseparability doesn’t have fantasy,
Yet he longs,
Just a moment, something more,
His root stretches out,
Feeling for contact,
it’s made,
He vibrates at the respite,
Something feels brand new,
pain in the shadows for now,
Nothing new,
Co-Joined is not Co-Exclusive,
The earth holds deep secrets,
Of delight,
Even for the co-joined,
And the lonely one.
But as all begins,
All ends,
Even respites,
But the time between,
Makes him smile.
Categories:
respites, analogy, change, dedication, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Homes so recently abandoned
for Sunday swims and picnics
have become indoor respites
from the restless chill of change.
Secure, still days have vanished,
with hazy meadows humming.
Fireflies have met their end,
replaced with jack-o'-lanterns.
Now forewarning breezes,
stealthy, crisp, and vibrant,
pierce preoccupations,
uncovering reckless impulses.
Now uncanny images,
voices of chance and charm,
bide their ghostly time
to tease mortals hitherto content.
Darts and dashes of circumstance,
figures of flitting moments,
are creatures mysteriously born,
skipping towards certain death.
So what, if the end is approaching;
the witches' brew is bubbling--
the whispers of all moans and laughs,
the collage of dreams and desires.
Now is the ecstasy of flinging
one's fate to the unrefined choir--
the discordant sounds and initiatives
of many spirits and springs.
Grinning gourds and goblins
bless the annual surprise--
this primal burst of forces
that refuse once more to be quenched.
Categories:
respites, autumn, halloween, magic,
Form: Blank verse
EDITS OF MY LIFE
The years scrolled down like pages
Lots of memories to highlight
Bad times not deleted
That wouldn’t feel right.
Sometimes the years just flowed
Almost perfect from the start
Others were a struggle
Etched forever in my heart
There were missing commas
Brief respites from the pain
Transitions were never easy
But life went on again.
We’d seen unexpected full stops
Sudden death and falling tears
Some insertions gave great pleasure
As I scrolled back through the years
Others dared to comment
Sometimes along the way
Suggested I make changes
That price too high to pay
Edits never ended—
Descriptions just not right
The deadline approached quickly
Time to print in black and white
I wouldn’t really change things
—even if I could
I liked the script I’ d chosen,
things that I had done
The life story that unfolded
Was for me a special one
Categories:
respites, appreciation, feelings, life,
Form: I do not know?
The cool wind whistles tonight,
the rosy moon and her light
dances amid the green trees,
but my mind rebels and flees
to the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
An orange carp leaps on the air,
swimming with oriental flair,
the shinning pool respites again
and I wonder about the day when
I see the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
The pages I flip back and forth,
the weather is fickle on the north,
the sun shines on the south,
All I fancy is to kiss the mouth
of the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
I am awake and now it is lost,
may I dream again and host
the green fields where I hide,
having always on my side
the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
Categories:
respites, allegory, love, nostalgia, girl,
Form: I do not know?
That fabled entities enforce, provoked my nature of endorse.
I signed not fate, and signed not flaunting force
but of Thee signed ~ my love
you . . . as the source!
And from resolve, not that of common course
I signed enactment
my mind not divorce
the brave conclusion - not respites remorse!
What e'er profusion mitigates, extorts ~
I signed exclusion ~ Thee and I concourse
and feigned delusion, madness hiding storage
of my love's secrets ~ then signed off as porous!
Some falling through, the eye of envy score us
ne'er to repute ~ I signed "I love thee"
. . . . . . . . . . . more ~ as!
Categories:
respites, love,
Form: Rhyme