Day: October 29, 2015

I wear my heart displayed upon my face.

I wear my heart displayed upon my face.
Attentive readers find their meaning there..
Where feelings thought too deep to be embraced
Can shine demurely where they do not scare.

As Freud observed we're never quite disguised
Betrayal is our body's real motif.
The message comes conspicuous from the eyes.
Bright sparkles or your tears of blackest grief.

The answer to a question seemly leaps
So Yes or No is visibly revealed.
The blush that spreads so fast across the cheeks
Both bold and shy unable to conceal.

Your face tells me you lied when Love you cried.
Depart from me,for liars I can't abide.

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Even my cold blood.

When of the world of doctors,I am sick.
When diagnosis is not any aid
When from the choices given, I cannot pick
Although I feel my deepest debts were paid.

Then off from thinking I must take my mind
To gaze upon the beauty of the woods
And feel the sun not fiery, even kind
It warms and heartens even my cold blood.

The trees are calm for they have grown deep roots
Though storms may strike their trunks and branches too
breaking off new tender green tipped shoots
They sway and take it without much to do.

Strength needs flexibility and give;
With no such, the brittle shall not live.

Words rise up

  Words rise up like geese at dawn,
When ,in  pale sun, new day is born.
The words approach,  and pause in line;

The choice I make is mine.

Words  spelled here by sense and sound,
In clause and sentence weave around.
Which eager  words shall I now use

And which  shall I refuse?

 The fire  lights up inside my heart,
And now my writing hand can start
I sit down at my desk and say
This is the way I spend my day
With words  I dance and play.

Geese fly by

 It’s Autumn weather, geese fly by;
Autumn rust,red,gold,so gay;

Drystone walls edging fields,

Apples gathered,holly berries

Flash so brightly

Look like flowers

Sun shines sideways,shadows long

Of trees appear,I dwell among,

Woods of gentle beeches sing

Swaying with the sideward wind.

See their roots, all intertwined.

Feel their geometry in the mind.

Look up now into the sky,

See the V formation high.

Geese fly home at end of day.

My heart is moved by patterned dance

In this peace and great silence

My mind widens like the sky

And in this moment I would die,

So I would stay with this still vision

Of geese set out on autumn mission.

Snails in rain pools slither near

My feet upon the terrace here

And look,upon their whorled backs

All the sense of life is packed.
 Yet so easily Life’s destroyed,

When blind foot steps into the void