tribulation

tin stars pasted to a dark sky
paper moon is an illusion
a crystal dove that can not fly
a dream filled with dire confusion
a mind trap of grim delusion
please come to me to save my soul
with murmured words of allusion
to light and free flight – make me whole

—-
This week Paloma has introduced us to the Huitain form of poetry.
Check it out at B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond

Roving

image

hiking the trail
boots treading lightly
backpack like a
papoose hugging
me tightly
I follow those who
blazed the way
through this verdant forest
who honored the
earth and stream –
life source
respected the bear
and coyote, rabbit
and mouse
I walk alone with
only my thoughts
as companions
and those thoughts
are of you

—-
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picture from twentytwowords

To A Sibling

 

you’ve gone and
left me
here
with no guidance
the other half
of our collective
memory
the weaker half
I step into the
swirling shadows
of aging
with no one to
follow
no footsteps
in which to place
my stumbling feet
no way to anticipate
where this path
will lead me
so I will tread
slowly
bravely
humbly
as you would have