Crack in the Door #poetry #pain

fear_of_the_dark

darkness is cruel

eyes neither open nor close

no feeling in void

*

inanimate pain

screams stifled behind closed doors

you inflicted this

*

slap awakens

firefly moment so bright

pin holes of hope

*

eye’s revelation

light cauterizes split heart

awaits gold of day

dawn waves

 

Sharing with Poet’s United Midweek Motif – the prompt is Inanimate.

Sun’s Wisdom #nature #poetry #photography

 

cant catch fall

Calendar’s clock

autumn sets nature’s pace

I can’t catch her

end of the tunnel

Frenzied is my pace

am I going the right way

sunrise perspective

warmth of dawn

 

Sun sheds light

collecting shells for answers

tide caresses day

The prompt this week at Poets United is “Energy/ Vitality.”

“Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.”
Walt Whitman

Where do you get your energy from? I get mine from the sun (especially at the ocean.) It’s that calming energy that gives perspective rather than that rush about flailing for answers.

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.

Ensnared #devotion #poetry

3182986643_b476b7b76c_b

You can’t escape

once you’ve been ensnared

now you are replicating the weaver

your words drip with lies

you sneer at your disguise

slicing the truth into ribbon

circling your prey fixing your eyes

hoping to snatch another innocent of your ways

you care little for the heart that beats

as long as you have your say

little do you see the clay like mire

that is opening to swallow you

caught in you own deceit

you who have wandered astray

you will fall to the pit

of your own evil plans

fool, your world is dull

it leads to death

The image drawn in the Bible of the deceiver is one who schemes to trip and mislead the young, innocent and the naive. This web may glisten with a momentary beauty but it lays a trap that few escape. Follow the truth rather than lies and follow the light of day!!!

day light's burning

“He who speaks truth tells what is right, But a false witness, deceit.” ~Proverbs 12:17

 

 “They hatch deadly snakes and weave spiders’ webs. Whoever falls into their webs will die, and there’s danger even in getting near them.” ~Isaiah 59:5
 “For the one who desires life, to love and see good days, must keep his tongue from evil and his lips from speaking deceit.”
~1 Peter 3:10

“They profess to know God, but by their deeds they deny Him, being detestable and disobedient and worthless for any good deed.” ~Titus 1:16

Bible verses from Verse Concepts

 

 

The photograph is an Creative Commons attributed work (that allows sharing) by  John Kay. You can find more of his exceptional photography at Flickr .

All Saints #poetry #devotion #allsaintsday

fall light

Calling All Saints

whether young or old

in the dust

or fighting the cold

raise your voices to the One

who fuels our spirit

above Him none

lay down your swords

you who have led the fight

to honor’s charge

you have shone the light

see the candles

watch them glow

timeless they flicker

for life we will know

 

As we celebrate All Saints Day, we think of those who have faithfully gone before us. Who would we be had they not taken the time to show us a piece of our Lord? Their paths were not straight, life was often tough, and yet through those times they learned to persevere. May we remember as days grow long, cold and harsh – to Look Up!

 

“Wait on the Lord; Be of good courage, And He shall strengthen you heart; Wait, I say, on the Lord!”

Psalms 27:14

 

“My voice you shall hear in the morning, O Lord; In the morning, I will direct it to You, And I will look up.”

Psalms 5:3