When the sun goes down and we ask why
the night closes in dark upon those who survive
see the stars are just sparklings in the sky
and that's when all the realities become alive.
Life's aches and pains seem miniscule
as life slips out of reach
and every lesson learned exudes
the mere interlude to the tears that teach.
How can we ever measure
what a life might mean to us
unless we love and treasure
the given shared bonds and trust?
We live, we die
and in all the in betweens
we laugh, we cry
recognizing at last, what a life means.
Hold tight the wire of living's tightrope
those bonds two individuals may share
remembering sweet memories of their dreams and hope
their love, their bonds, the knowing their hearts are ever here.
for my nephew, Chris gone too soon. 5/1/20
Categories:
sparklings, absence,
Form: Quatrain
Since you have washed over me
~
Drifting on a meandering stream
where clover dance and ripples direct my thoughts
to the promises of a new day
I dream I am floating in your arms
as currents gently tug
playing solitaire in wishing hands
among glistening diamonds on the surface
I search for each desire’s realm
while my eyes wander to a place
long of sunrise sparklings
on soft apricot murmurs
Finding your fragrance on a cool wind’s whisper
my heart is drenched,
cleansed in an endless channel
of what your beauty brings to me
I rest in a shady spot among watercolor shadows
writing poetry,
penning my affections in ink traced lines,
renderings of how wonderful my life is
Since you have washed over me
leaving me breathless,
submerged far beneath dew drop shimmers,
saturated by your love
Good night Soupers
Categories:
sparklings, good night,
Form: Free verse
Now there it has begun, with March
A soundless breeze it tunes to the
Melody of a fair weather feathered frtiend.
Looking skyward I utter you are
The answer to my every pain .
You call I come running.
The day is forming. when it
Shows it falls a vicarious rain.
The rain, is short, its time cut as
Fair weather lay beyond the
Exit door as long, the air remains
A simple spring with all its Buddings
And sparklings, I care not for my
Returning it is spring!
The ground will be Moist.
Still I will live beneath the trees
And sleep on my bed of the
Greenest grass nature has
Adorned with adored gardens
There I will drink the sweetest
Water poured from the Gods of
The highest plains I implore of
God remember my name.
I thirst for the best nectar issued.
Replenish my worth!
I have taken refuge under your
Heavens and on the stillness of
Your spinning earth, I wait with
Patients for your golden rain
Thinking golden rain will
Quench my mighty thirst
Make it rain, make it rain
A raindrop stings my forehead
The sky explodes with a sparkle
Of thunderous treasure for me and all
RAIN, RAIN ME A RIVER!
Categories:
sparklings, earth, environment, football, green,
Form: Cinquain