Phoenix Rising

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You left without a word ~
Between one moment
And the next ~
It sounds so trite ~
But it was tragedy
Enough for me ~

It’s strange that you ~
Always so clever
With your words ~
Should be struck dumb
And cowardly by
What you’d done ~

I’m sure that ~
Given time enough ~
You’d try and make
Me see
That it was all for
My own good ~

And all along ~
I knew that it would
End like this ~
That I’d be left alone ~
To weep
Among the ashes ~

Yet from those ashes ~
Like the Phoenix ~
I shall come alive again~
My suffering will end and
I shall rise triumphant ~

I will survive the fire
Can you say the same . . .

The Greatest Force

df63db6e5025405f8e911afc38191e31.jpg How I See LoveLove can make us
Finer than we are
True love
Can make us
Finer still

“Love is patient
Love is kind”
They tell us
But they do not
Tell us
That true love
Can burn away
The blinders from
The lover’s eyes

Hearts and souls
Filled up with love
Crowd out all
Baser feelings
As the Light
Destroys the
Darkness
In its loving
Way

The only force
In all the Universe
Against which
There is no
Defense
Is love

Winter Thoughts

Thomas-Kinkade-Winter-winter-23436572-1280-1024A chill winter sunset blazes
Just above the far horizon
All of the rest of the sky is
A hazy mix of rose and gold

The little house across the street
Ringed in by the trees and backlit
By the dying of the sun’s light
Looks like a Thomas Kinkade print

And just across the hearth I see
Your eyes through the fading daylight
Looking back at me with all the
Love and desire I’ll ever need

I cannot claim to understand
Why I have been so richly blessed
But I vow I will be worthy
Of the gift that I’ve been given

On My Own Mortality

 

winter_night-wallpaper-800x600Death holds me
In its sway
As sure as ever
It holds kings
And CEOs and
Other famous folk

Death has no
Favorites
There are no
Golden boys
Or girls
It’s proven fact

And I have
Learned
To live
With that
Most of
The time

But please
Come not
For me today
It is so lovely
Take me on
A cloudy day

Or when the
Rain pours down
Or maybe
It could wait
Till spring
Or even summer

Still I would
Not want
To die in
Autumn
When the fire
Is on the trees

It must be in
The winter then
If it must be
Or maybe
We could strike
A deal

Perhaps I’m
Not quite
So blasé
About it all
As I had
Thought

There But For The Grace . . .

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A cold breeze whips the bare branches
And a perfect storm of leaves erupts ~
As a mini cyclone whirls and tumbles
The tattered survivors of its brutal assault ~

Movement catches my eye ~ and a homeless man
Comes into view ~ pushing his bag-laden cart
With all his worldly possessions and one
Surprising thing ~ a Christmas tree about four
Feet in height ~ protruding hopefully from
The front of his pilfered grocery cart ~

He stops as I watch his progress ~ to wrap
His coat more warmly around himself ~
And to retie the rope which holds it all ~
And probably him ~ together

He does not glance up at my window and
I am glad ~ for I feel almost obscenely lucky
To be where I am and not where he is ~
Although there may still come a time ~
I take nothing now for granted in these
Parlous times ~

Toilette completed ~ future still uncertain ~
The object of my reflections moves on ~
Completely unaware of the feelings he
Has conjured in my sympathetic heart ~

And I want to run after him with money ~
With promises that one day it will
All be better ~ but no one can promise that
With any truth ~ and he moves on ~

Glancing at the sun’s position in the sky
And planning where he will sleep tonight ~
As I resume my interrupted day in my
Warm dry house ~ with my full belly
And my aching heart ~