Post by b4sunset on Jun 9, 2011 13:04:39 GMT -5
most times, i wander past troubled winds of kohl shore
when choked sighs heave upon it’s hazed door,
the crux of crosses seems to welcome me
while listening to whines of own stories seeking plea,
and the wings of gray clouds immerse in wrestling cries
pausing, i carry gratitude with its light still in my eyes,
then smoke clears like white brocade cradling twilight shade
as i linger for a smile in evening’s new parade.
moments are lid covered, like an orphan’s mourning shawl
my senses stoop ever weary as they begin to fall,
then i hear a distant chuckling of street kids spilling the day
with peals of bells strumming gaily on the bay,
an open passage invites me to meander inside
so i step out of doom inhaling the gift of life scattered wide,
by that time, i carry gratitude, a sliver of it begins to bloom
erasing crumbs of sepia doubt in shades of twisted gloom.
once, thrice by the armchair are letters spread around
mostly payables , some due end of month’s mound
neck shrinks till fragrant coffee brews, like soft smoke in heat
thanking God for a house that breathes, for time to slow the beat,
though anxiety burns of how bills can snap tints of glow
the cool bath, the flowers birthing carry me to gratitude’s flow,
and i feel as if unknowns of the day are clad in ruby and gold
an organza of wonder so free as sky content in air’s cold .
then i gaze at fireflies, and beside me, they all are there
nieces goofing by the porch , neighbors bringing pears so rare
with smiles easing meshed burdens that seem heavy weight
for heart’s growling hides many things, like love and hope and fate,
my eyes, my skin become plump again, and dear life wanders by
prayers whisper all is right, a wonderful world wraps a mellow sigh,
craning up at the night’s display, simple pleasures cannot be bought
i carry gratitude and let go, to rest on pillow’s blessings never sought.
when choked sighs heave upon it’s hazed door,
the crux of crosses seems to welcome me
while listening to whines of own stories seeking plea,
and the wings of gray clouds immerse in wrestling cries
pausing, i carry gratitude with its light still in my eyes,
then smoke clears like white brocade cradling twilight shade
as i linger for a smile in evening’s new parade.
moments are lid covered, like an orphan’s mourning shawl
my senses stoop ever weary as they begin to fall,
then i hear a distant chuckling of street kids spilling the day
with peals of bells strumming gaily on the bay,
an open passage invites me to meander inside
so i step out of doom inhaling the gift of life scattered wide,
by that time, i carry gratitude, a sliver of it begins to bloom
erasing crumbs of sepia doubt in shades of twisted gloom.
once, thrice by the armchair are letters spread around
mostly payables , some due end of month’s mound
neck shrinks till fragrant coffee brews, like soft smoke in heat
thanking God for a house that breathes, for time to slow the beat,
though anxiety burns of how bills can snap tints of glow
the cool bath, the flowers birthing carry me to gratitude’s flow,
and i feel as if unknowns of the day are clad in ruby and gold
an organza of wonder so free as sky content in air’s cold .
then i gaze at fireflies, and beside me, they all are there
nieces goofing by the porch , neighbors bringing pears so rare
with smiles easing meshed burdens that seem heavy weight
for heart’s growling hides many things, like love and hope and fate,
my eyes, my skin become plump again, and dear life wanders by
prayers whisper all is right, a wonderful world wraps a mellow sigh,
craning up at the night’s display, simple pleasures cannot be bought
i carry gratitude and let go, to rest on pillow’s blessings never sought.