Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The Red Wheelbarrow

The Red Wheelbarrow
Lisa A. Williams

 From the ruins
fields harvest time-
cast from calloused hands,
debris found a home
in the red wheelbarrow-

blood red anonymity 
to sun, rain and years.

In response to Poets United Wednesday Prompt- The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Morning Theft

Morning Theft
Lisa A.Williams
(Jeff Buckley Prompt 14)

we close the space
where time heals the wound.

Chasm deep-
we feed on that sorrow
beneath the stolen morning mist
we try to wipe from each others eyes.

We send it to the depths
where shipwrecked
it lies on a floor of sinking sand,
anchored by the heaviness of our
theft of a newborn day.

Sweet Baby Born

Sweet Baby Born
Lisa A.Williams

Fair haired, blued eyed
generations in you.

The scent, sweet baby born
of my daughter, lingers
in the soft feel of your being.

Without a word, love was born
when I held you and felt as if
I were holding her once again

Wednesday, July 24, 2013


Lisa A.Williams

Sleepy summer-
on the arc of autumn
whose cascade of fiery hue,
arrogantly reminds
that even in dying
there is beauty.
Sleeping summer,
burrowed beneath,
the pure white blanket
of cold forgiving,
waiting in the deep dark
of old worlds
and their clock-run consistencies
of time and season,

where her lingering ghost,
is summoned
by desires
of earth and flesh.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

The Stillness of Stone

The Stillness of Stone
Lisa A.Williams

Stone still
in the empty space
between those words
 we dare not speak
 lest they summon

 once upon a times
which left empty hallways
in the castles we built
against the bluest sky.

Filled with desire
 we travel
 through dark caverns-

what dreams still echo
among those walls of stone.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

The Well

The Well
Lisa A.Williams

The well-
so deep as I peered into the
fathoms of remembrance,
embraced in a turbulent tide
an undertow of need carrying
me to distant shores.

I released anchors,
rising to the surface,
bathed in the pureness
of being all I could be-

I had been drowning in
waters of denial.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Desert Heart (re-posted from 08/2012)

Desert Heart
Lisa A.Williams

Desert heart-

nomad in a lonely land of
                                                                        fallen memories
brittle pieces of self-

cracks in the surface
only we ourselves can see.

Parched heartland
which can give no more
than what is

beneath the stone
we have set

in our solitary quest
to quench
the  undying thirst

for the why
 of us.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Before The Bough Breaks

Before the Bough Breaks
Lisa A.Williams

beneath a heavy sky

Feeling  rains

pour from blue eternity

where a spectrum of color

illuminates shaded thoughts

as they scatter, seeking shelter from

the fearful rising of a summer sun

who beckons them to grow in the

unsown fields of a feral land.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Deep Water (re-posted from 09/2012)

Deep Water
Lisa A.Williams

I know
the way she feels-

 in the turbulent tide,
torn between the freeing
of the waves
and the steady

                                                                       Standing still,
eyes fixed on the horizon,
the moon
casts heaven’s reflection
skimming the deep.

How the lunar light
pulls to call her home
but she is earthbound,
turns away
from her reflection.

 Blanketed in
she wears the shroud
of “happy”
and returns
in all its illusions.

Friday, July 5, 2013

I've Been Away

I’ve Been Away
Lisa A.Williams

I’ve been away for awhile, silent
holding in, waiting for the spark
to ignite the feeling slumbering in hot ash
born of an emotion I hold like a newborn
cradling its infancy, waiting to nurture its first cry.