Plenty

Plenty
Acrylic, Mixed Media Collage

Monday, August 29, 2011

Yearning

Songs and poems
jars of jam
offered up
like jewels
obscure allusions
of longing
for love

we hide
the truth
behind gestures
and cryptic brail
scratches on walls
our lonely hearts
cannot decipher.

Thursday, August 04, 2011

Quiet

The quiet river
whispers
undulating
in its fertile bed
the smooth current
barely a ripple
on transparent silk
spread softly over
algae-draped rocks.

The wind rises
alder leaves bare
silver bellies
to the sun's welcome
blessing
as I count mine
they are many
for I have learned
the value of gratitude.

Fighting what is
leads nowhere
it does not matter
which eddy
pulls me to shore
I have let go
control, an illusion
held beyond all reason
fear, time wasted.

Better to be the leaf
weightlessly floating
then drawn below
caressing stones
worn smooth by time
rising again
to glide unresisting
on the gilded light
of evening.