To Risk Love
If I never took a risk
There'd be no jagged scars
Furrowed on this mortal soul
Nor engraved upon my heart
If I never took a risk
No scars would map the places
Of battles lost and won
No trophies for those races
If I never took a risk
There'd be no gaping place
Chiseled from my heart
Carving out for you a space
But since I took that risk
The wounds of risk have healed
Sealing you inside of me
In those empty places that you've filled
The Final Slip
(Memorial Day challenge)
His blood lent life to the fallow sand
Leaving death white, his limp, cold hand
Fingers grew stiff in my frantic grip
As breath gave his body the final slip
There we lay shattered on the silent earth
Where had this monster been brought to birth?
His body broken, never to heal
My soul shattered...never again to feel.
The Dirge of Worry
The march of the beat of the heart
Has lost sync with the tune of the song
The steps of the dance fell apart
As the rhythm just stutters along
Because Worry has struck up a dirge
That drowns out the rhythms of Peace
And with every ominous surge
The feet of my heart miss a beat
The notes of Peace I no longer can hear
For Worry has medlied with the March of Fear
The Poet’s Anthem
I am a poem
Written line by line
One stanza at a time
My life, a message
Penned on a page of time
Metered out in verse and rhyme
Puzzle with the metaphor of me
Compare your life and mine
Seek for its message and its sign
If I am the message
What will my missive be
On the mortal page of me?
When the final line is read
May you hear and see
The Author of this poem...
...Who wrote to you through me
Love Damage
I etched my heart upon the clouds
And left it there among the shrouds
Buffeted by stormy winds
Drifting on its shifting whims
I burn with lightning bolts
Tremble in the thundering rolls
In those final breaths of day
Before the clouds can drift away
I paint them with my bleeding heart
As a final work of art
When night falls on the world asleep
I pour myself on earth to weep
Supernatural Word
In the beginning was the Word
Creative force and power
Like an eagle in a dive
into the realm of time
Spoke into existence
Your universe and mine
The resonating sound
Contained within itself
Shapes, sounds and worlds
Breath of life, that Word
The voice that took a form
Glides through darkness like a bird
Oh the power in that word!
That we have broken down
Cacophonous clichés
Mere consonants and vowels
The word became mere letters
With no creative power
But just beyond my reach
My fingers brush its edge
Hovering in the void
An echo, I have heard
The form and living shape
Of the Supernatural Word
The Empty Places
If I never took a risk,
there'd be no jagged scars
furrowed on this mortal soul,
nor engraved upon my heart
If I never took a risk,
no scars would map the places
of battles lost...and won,
no trophies for those races
If I never took a risk,
there'd be no gaping place
chiseled from my heart...
making you a perfect space
But since I took that risk,
The wounds of risk have healed
sealing you inside of me,
...in those empty places, you have filled