Making my hand to do my mind’s bidding is something I’ve had much practice at;
still though, my mistakes fall through my wishes.
The challenge, I find, is not in not making mistakes,
but in crafting joy and beauty out of them.
Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
It’s a cool night.
I can feel the dark breeze on my hair, on my neck.
The trees are dark shadows against the night-blue sky;
…….their leaves whisper music with the breeze.
The trees talk.
They move their words with the wind.
The grass beneath my feet speaks through the cool blades and it says,
……...“I am alive.”
I am alive.
I am alive, it says. I breathe, I rest, I strain for the sun and I want to survive. Like you, I want to survive.
“I am like you.” it says.
The grass speaks through my feet and the wind touches my hair;
the words come softly, and they kiss my ears (just barely)…
They evade my mind but they touch into my soul
like feathers,
like the tips of feathers whispering into my soul
in the rhythm, in the language of the trees…
“I am like you,” it says.
There is a pool of glass on the ocean
and I touch it like a needle on the ground;
There is… a time of clouds, of falling diamonds –
A time of ice without cold and storms without rain.And there has fallen a blanket of cloudy gray,
a scent of lighting – and a reflection on the water.
The sky of broken mirrors,
and a clock with no battery…Today is so much more than just a rainy day.