Reflections

Reflections

By

Lisa A. Williams

Women-

images

cast in glass

white satin and lace.

Farewells to a child

who was sheer joy

in her  love,

unadulterated by time-

seeing

the pureness of you.

Glimpsing reflections

as you try to let go.

The warmth

of her small hand in yours

 still lingers.

I Am

I Am
By
Lisa A.Williams

I would like to hear it-

Your silent sung song held so tightly

Living in an image-

stone heart hutch keeps you distanced

I know there is pain

flames of wishes blown away

I know there is love

buried deep in memory

Regret rides the moon-

celestial gods hold all that is dear

They wait upon silence for your voice
 to fill the sky with
 I am...

That Place

That Place

      By

Lisa A.Williams

I forgot

that place-

where she hung high

like the sweetest apple

on a bending bough

The harvesters guided by

lost shepherds

in the top most fields-

blind sighted by their hunger

 missed her – she fell

  

 no longer worthy.

She felt the sweetness

seeping from the seeds

she never planted.

Heart

By
Lisa A.Williams

Your heart

never settled there

in that empty place of silence.

You had to give name to all those places,

all those times which changed you.

Words born of a feeling that is timeless,

voices of those long gone, no longer

able to sing their own song

passed to you from generations 

of the questioning spirit which holds the heart in limbo.

 

Phyllis (reposted from 10/2012)

Phyllis

By

Lisa A.Williams

We don’t speak of it-

the loss silencing

our world.

How arrogant of the sun

to rise

when we were facing

 the black hole emptiness

 beyond,

not enough breathing space

for our own grieving.

Some pain can’t be shared,

sometimes we are islands

surrounded by restless current

fearing if we were to plunge

we’d breathe in each others tears

and drown.

It was good to love you,

but oh how the earth trembled

when we had to say goodbye.

My Mother's Eyes (reposted from 09/2012)

                                                              My Mother's Eyes

By

Lisa A.Williams

Blue communion-

of restless sea

and silent sky

an undertow of illness

behind those stormy eyes.

Stone between us

always-

dark catatonia,

kept you hidden,

                                                       

Always I wonder

who you were,

always I wonder

what parts of me

are you?

Sky

Sky

By

Lisa A.Williams

Breathing promises

tomorrows to replace,

yesterdays

 we still hold close

 nurturing the infancy

of our dreams,

 afraid if we wake

we will see they

are still just dreams.

We strung ourselves along

on wings and prayers.

Grounded and silent

we raise our eyes to the blue

and sometimes stormy

celestial breadth

who even in silence

hears our plea.