Biding time with hopes that our frigid winter,
Filled with dismal bitter, cold-numbing ways, quick
Warms its heart, unfreezes as ice melts, moaning,
Time for spring cleaning!
Sandra M. Haight
“Messages,
trapped in the wind
Words,
burrow deeply within
Voices,
emerge from the past
Memories,
and dreams overcast”
Leaves fall,
branches reach for the sky
Winter clouds gather,
snow starts to fly
Furloughed—the seeds
march distant and free
The season long,
its transients flee
Vision impaired,
past futures to fade
Acceptance—rejection,
a choice to be made
The first Nightingale sings,
its call from beyond
A feeling unfreezes,
old words to a song
The hills begin thawing,
new tracks to reveal
Salvation once promised,
no longer concealed
Winds from the west,
bring rebirth and enthrall
The sun melting lies,
—and winter recalled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Snowy fields are disappearing fast,
Patches of green are starting to last.
Robin redbreasts are the first to nest,
Indicating we'll soon see the rest.
Northern winds morph into warm breezes,
Gently ensuring life unfreezes.
Ice starts to thin in the streams and lakes,
Shuttering and groaning as it breaks.
Cold nights warm as longer days begin,
Offering spring a chance to creep in.
Migrating geese head home, as they fly
In numbers so great, they fill the sky.
Noisy honks seem to propel them forth,
Growing louder as they head back north.
Smelts and trout swim up rivers and creeks,
Only spawning for a few short weeks.
Odors take on a sweet earthy smell,
Now, wafting from where daffodils dwell.
(Acrostic)
3/19/2017
The memories come rushing back
Crashing in like forceful waves
Without a choice
Spanning life one piece at a time
There is no escape
They flood like the greatest of floods
Through the mind with no way to forget
Lack of closure keeps them alive
Things from long ago, feel like this second
There is no time between
Events are re-lived by a simple trigger
As pain unfreezes, melting into visions
The heart races, tears flow, the body trembles
There is no other way but to keep moving
For today to be what is should be
But the pain lives on
Heidi Sands
You show up
it unfreezes the sun
seagulls unwrap wings on ocean bank.
Fragrance thickens on grassland.
I wait for you on silver sand.
You show up
moonlight permeates my eyes
the way innocence softens the face of a child.
My desire and my lust bite into my bones.
I dare to be a wayfarer again out of my cocoon.
You show up
cloud and rain as one fall over the terrain.
it is all open horizon
there it rains dense, my sole existence gets soaked.
My future, my worries; I care not to behold.
The world is growing old
it's banal, it's dreamless everywhere.
Who cares?
I want to wink at death, sorrows and pain
and feel young with you yet again.
Euclid's Fifth
i. In Motion
It was your pale glance, like a
frame frozen for a second and then
unfreezes, the cold moist from
melting, biting my thoughts of
breaking into your ice-walled
dullness. Tonight the frigid span
of time, muteness, between the
divorce of time and space, thaws
folds and creases of the ice-cold
pause of a scene. While like a
half-frozen mime reflected from a
broken reel, scratchy, fallacious
and recurring, creeps upon its
numbed screen, my rigid,
frostbitten flesh.
ii. On Parallelism
Suckled in the wounds of regret,
better that all these fruits fall, the
green ones no more, bitter
to taste, unripened and dictated to
full, proving you are closest to me,
better that all these fruits fall, than
to pluck them, flick through under
tremulous limbs, with glimpse, with
crave quickening each pauses, I'll
point at them falling, slow and one
at a time.
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