Rodeo Poet,
bronc riding Sage
Arena unbridled
—dallies unfrayed
(Las Vegas: December, 2021)
Categories:
unfrayed, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Friendship is hard
It is like wearing an old sweater some days
The yarn becomes unfrayed
Other days it's like a pair of high heel shoes
Wobbly and crooked is my gait
Some days it seems no matter how hard I try
It's like pulling teeth trying to communicate
It's just seems awkward to try
Mind reading and mind bending
It's like jogging in the park at dark--scary and unnerving
Some days I wonder why I even try
Is this effort worth it all?
I am just too shy and nothing comes out right at all?
At the risk of sounding too critical
I'm just no good at this initiation phase
Starting all over is the worst part of the fall
Shall I quit or start all over again?
gwendolen rix
12-30-14
Categories:
unfrayed, for him, friendship, gender,
Form: Free verse
To the hands that held copper
in red, gleaming red
in open palms brimming
in value, like gold
To these hands of faith
with utensils and bowls
stone upon stone was restored.
To the eyes that wept tears
in streams, silver streams
and saw sleeveless garments
rent and unfrayed
To these eyes of sorrow
penitence stayed
to be vessels unearthed for devotion
To the wonderment breathing
of incense and prayer
on knees buckled under
with no hesitation
To this man of faith
with divine restoration
a people, a nation redeemed.
Categories:
unfrayed, devotion, faith, history, people,
Form: Rhyme