Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The Lake (for deverse Travel Poetry)

“For the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.”
 Rainer Maria Rilke

Heart stone, deeply buried
within the memory of a child

who saw her mother heal
alongside that quiet Lake
and came  alive joining me
in the wonder of it all

Her blue eyes
always so distant
as if chasing a dream
no one knew she had.

A dream of some far off place
where voices were kind and
came from the outside
easing the rage within her

Watching me swim-
still lingering on shore
anchored by doubt

The fear
she would be swept away
further than she had ever been.

Mother, stranger
lost in a tide I couldn’t see
only when she smiled
feeling so at home

did I witness
the transformation
seeing the child in her
connect  as she held my hand
 quickly letting go

When home came into view.  

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Long Time The Darkness Held Me (for deverse; Poetics: Bringing Light to Darkness)

Long Time the darkness held me-

Took away all
I believed

I held my breath
in silence

Waiting for the shadows
to vanish

Long time
The darkness held me-

 When we were young
 we were burning
Black ash
smothering dreams. 

Long time the darkness held me
cradled babe in motherless arms

I hear her voice
in the distance:

“Please forgive me,
I was lost”

Blue sky haunted
by the echo of her words.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

The Thinker (Rodin) A Nod to Rilke deverse 09/04/14


How the head bows
beneath the weight of heaven-

 Didn’t he tell us
“To live the questions
 and perhaps some distant day
 we would live into the answers”?

 So far away they seem-

 A silent heaven waiting
 for us to accept that we
“stand upon the mountain top
 always saying goodbye.”

We  know
that is the answer-

All the farewells
threaded into our being
make  us whole,

Like  “moonlight
falling gently upon the window seat"
the nearness of it always.