Two Languages Spoken Here #poetry #photography

palm dawn

I couldn’t ascertain the jumble

her lips moved rapidly

conveying a nervous nothing

hard and dark were the etchings

that scored her jeweled beauty

*

his pockets were empty

evidenced by the ragged attire

but worse was what wasn’t in his mind

his hands filled with nothing

he clung to baggies to satisfy

*

strange languages spoken at the ocean

when you aren’t looking and when you are

the conch shell strives to moan a warning

bearing witness to retreating tide

but it was silenced in a museum

*

a dog wears an empty backpack

as he begins his predawn duty

he proudly returns with a filled sack

lacking his master’s understanding

how many children will get hooked today?

*

I’ve never spoken the language

born in guilty bloodshot eyes

I see them as they dart about the shadows

the words are meaningless

promises seldom unbroken

*

I chose to walk in the light

a brush of fingertips tells the bearer I love him

the sun rises behind us

no words are necessary

we bask in His painting on a new day’s sky

beach shadow

 

 

 

 “Tears are the silent language of grief.”

Voltaire (Brainy quotes)

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is “Mother Tongue”. After two early morning beach walks where much was spoken with looks and gestures, I was prompted to interpret the language.

Creature Comforts #poetry #photography #dogs

dusk clouds

Between strong legs

I look beyond the porch

waves of snow hemmed in with ice

once I would have savored cold

challenging the white waves

feeling exuberance of youth

I lay down at his feet

soaking in homey warmth

his knowing reflects in my eyes

together we dream by the fire

whit bw

 

 

Today I needed to be warmed from the inside out. As I share this poem with Poet’s Pantry , I take a look into a friend’s eyes whom I dearly miss.

poets united

 

 

Wind Blown #devotion #poetry #photography

Between the panes it reaches

irrespective of my will

it howls in singular tone

ties my tongue, I feel ill

icy it tantalizing streaks

lookout for those to spill

through the woods it shrieks

and I cold and all alone

*

As we traverse life, there will always be those cold icy patches that reach out to trip us and at times we fall. In His grace, God picks us up and gives us refreshment maybe even some sunshine. Last year I fell on some nasty ice and had a bad break. The day I finally ventured out, I fell again spraining the remaining limbs. This winter I was afraid to go out if there was any snow or possible ice. I am learning to not be timid rather to be prepared with the right gear. Isn’t that how life is? A trial lays us flat and we want to just stay in the fetal position. We must prepare ourselves and bravely face each day.

 Psalm 23:4

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff they comfort me.”

James 1:2-8

“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him. But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind. …”

 Philippians 4:6-7

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

More verses for trial filled days:

Through the Glass #photography #haiku #poetry

 

we crossed paths at dawn you and I

you in search of anything that might satisfy

 gnawing of winter’s constant hunger

*

the cold seemed little impediment

there was something in doe eyes

that determination could not disguise

*

I could not reach you through cold glass

I willed a full belly to break repast

my hands empty of all but understanding

*

you caught me in your eye

too close to blink away surprise

we crossed paths at dawn you and I

ice crystals

Through the glass

a world beyond frozen dreams

more than meets the eye

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Glass .

 

“People are like stained – glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

 


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When We Sold Freedom #presidentsday #poetry #loveamerica

 

china and wash mem

It was bought bravely

two hundred years ago

Washington ably led us

through the bullets and the snow

Lincoln spoke for man’s rights

it was the Constitution’s stand

abolishing slavery

giving hope, our Forefather’s plan

It was spoken of in the streets

and across the golden waves

stronger than a concept

it ruffled in our flag

an idea worth the grasping

for a time waved tall and proud

a steel lady in a harbor

children pledged the words out loud

“I pledge Allegiance

to the flag of the United States of America

and to the Republic for which it stands

one nation under God

indivisible with liberty

and justice for all”

Freedom cannot be taken

robbed or in a New York alley sold

it is born by its people

who against tyranny are bold

it can be lost I’ve noticed

when avarice seizes the day

so sad and unbecoming

when we throw freedom away

 

 

I wrote this poem and then by chance watched the movie America- Imagine a world without her?