Wednesday, September 17, 2014

The Warden Lost The Keys

Linking with Imaginary Gardens

It is my own treachery that binds the loosest ends
and prevents my own wild dreams and yearnings
from escaping or returning once again.

The tactics needed and the art of love and war
are a scheme my heart has captured
and lost in tenderness and battle scars.

The energy to build a fire with twigs in the dark
is an ardor I traded for restless sleep
in alliance with the complacent and hardened hearts.

I am a warden that holds the keys of all fair and true
yet I lose them in my searching
for I hoped I had given them all to you.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Vastness of the Sea

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Linking with Poetry Jam for "the sea" prompt.

 For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.
~e.e. cummings

 If standing before the vastness of the sea
you cannot find from within yourself
just one grain of hope rising up
as you look at the ocean holding up the sky
like a banner for all to see
revealing that there is somthing greater
and more powerful holding everything
...if in just that one moment you cannot
find just one grain of hope then
like a lost grain of sand... may never find it at all....