Posted in Poems

Warmth of May

Press pause

Let’s stay

Where we are safe

Warmth of May’s breath surrounds

My children, in their beds.

 

Full bellies, a game, and someone to share with

Small things are large

And large things are small.

Could this be, perhaps,

The better time?

Will I long, some day, to be back here again?

 

Press pause, let’s stay.

I want what I have.

Behind us, a trail:

Idyllic, then torn

By chaos and strife;

I tremble to place

My two feet forward

Fear, incited

By terrors now stilled.

 

In the night, in the warmth,

In the sweetness of May

I smell your Spirit

Hanging here

I’ll shield my eyes

And cling to you

For You, I know,

When I know nothing else.

 

Press pause,

Let’s stay

Where we are safe

The scent of your Spirit

Hanging here

I want what I have

In warmth of May

Posted in Poems

Hindsight’s 20/40

((Today’s “Friday Ramble” is less of a ramble, and more of a poem.  I had some metaphors and words rolling around in my head, and thought they would fit better this way.  I love the succinctness of poetry!))

 

Looking back, I see shapes

And not the little details

Overall trends, and in-the-ends

While finer lines have blurred

 

The way I was raised,

How others behaved,

Near misses and near hits.

My own mistakes, humility

Driving me to this:

 

Losing my vision, forgetting the things

That put me on my high horse

Far-sighted eyes, the gift of age

Compromise, to set the stage

For “West from East,”

Far side of the sea –

Forgiveness, they say.

The very best way.

 

A little bit blind

A lot forgetful

Far sighted, and deaf, and possibly dumb

After it all, I’m thankful

 

What about you?  As you get older, do you find yourself losing your hearing, vision, or memory – literally or metaphorically?  Is it becoming easier or harder to forgive?  I would love to hear your ideas in the comments section below.

Warm wishes,

Lisa