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EPIPHANIES
I let my silence speak
what words fail to tell…..
meaningless is the flow
of metaphor and rhyme
when you only see
a shadow of me
in space and time.
I wonnder at life's mysteries
and seem to wander too deeply
into myself
only to discover
there are no epiphanies
.
Once,
so long ago now, it seems;
Every thing touched
& everywhere
that I turned,
her scent permeated
both air & skin.
.
I feel your joy mamma,
as in the morning sun,
light strikes the diamonds on the trees,
their dripping
makes a music for my thoughts,
shakes bare bushes down below,
as when you too,
went out in morning's air, rejoiced,
took deep breaths, filled your lungs,
and doing so filled your heart with songs
of happiness, so glad,
not mad you'd say,
just sensing all around,
allowing nature to whisper,
thud, in notes of natural things.
What of love, true you say
Over the ages
I’ve read in many pages
folks trying to define love
in its myriad forms
Some say its infatuation
others it’s lust
many think about it as
singular sex
Moms love can hardly be so included
But in two human beings
of a certain age
and opposite nature
love springs like a fountain
from mid oceanic water
The wind hums a lullaby
In the heart of a forest
Deep asleep.
A brook flows
Like cymbals played in tranquility
Accompanied by the lovely silence
Of reverie.
The trees and the flowers
Sway in the gentle summer gust
The reeds by the river bank
Play their lovely flutes
- Echoing on and on.
The birds on the old branches
Chirp sweetly
Along with the toads
On top of lily pads
Floating on a pond
Deep in slumber.
To be beside the sea
mind and body in harmony
listening to the sea’s symphony
a water creature is me
feels like heaven ought to be
I waited for you
all my life
like the darkness
is my day
you are my planet
I'm just a moon
I love you
as certainly
I'll never
love again
These dark things
I shelter in my mind
fearing to reveal
and to lose control
You've asked me why
and repeatedly
how I love you
and when I fell
My only answer ?
I waited for you
all my life
The Life That I Have
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause
For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.
Leo Marks
Today I'm taking back my power
And I want to let you know
I'm no longer yours to control
Its time for you to go
No longer will I think of you
I will not speak your name
You've brought nothing but pain to me
And unimaginable shame
But I realise now that its not me
Who should feel the guilt and blame
Because its you who made the choice
To hurt me like its just a game
They blend in with the shadows
that appear throughout the day,
their gaze evades judgmental eyes
because it’s just their way;
they can’t help if they’re jaded
they have a “puny” lot in life,
fate’s hurled at them nothing but pain
and misery, and strife.
Dust is their companion
as they try and make ends meet,
stopping just to rest a bit
and ease the blisters on their feet.
They have an appreciation
for the simpler things around,
like shade in the desert sun
or a trinket that they’d found;
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