Looking up at the night sky
Black with tiny lights filling the void
She dreams of faraway places
Free of pain and suffering.
A body racked with disease
The life force within waning
The pain taking its toll
Joints swollen too stiff to move.
She wishes for release from this tortured body
To soar amid the stars
To be light and free floating
To smile one more time.
Living the good life
A large home
A new car
A closet overflowing
Jewels and gold.
A demanding job
Working more to have more
A soulless life.
A deep yearning
To shed the shackles
To lift the spirit
To free the body
To be whole again.
A bit of poetry for your Tuesday.
On a hilltop overlooking a small village
Stands a sentinel ever watchful
Never moving always on guard
Protecting all below.
His gaze never wavering
Looking over the horizon
Stoically waiting for the need
To unleash his power over the realm.
Though he is made of plaster and wood
His mere presence gives comfort and courage
To the villagers below
Having faith in the belief that the Sentinel will stand for them.
Three poems for Tuesday
The reddish glow of the setting sun
Gives way to the twilight skies
The rising moon orange and bright
Casts a warm glow on the earth below.
Glowing eyes searching for
Movement in the forest barely seen
Ears cocked listening for
The slightest sound almost unheard.
Swift legs and strong body leaping
From its vantage point
Giving chase to the fleeing prey
The creature draws near with deadly accuracy.
The dark night sky moonless
With only stars to light the way
The forest below cloaked in blackness
Masking all from view.
The hunter waits silent and still
Listening for the slightest sound
Searching for any noise
That might give him the advantage.
Eyes black in the darkness
Open wide scanning the forest floor below
Sitting on his perch high up in the branches
Ready to fly swift and sure.
Stepping carefully and slowly
Ever on guard
Eyes darting furtively back and forth
Scanning the forest for movement.
Ears cocked listening for sounds of danger
A crack of a branch or crunch of fallen leaves
In the distance
Cause the body to stiffen.
Nostrils flare sucking in the air
Catching the whiff of peril
The legs rear and the body bolts
Desperately trying to outrun death.
Grass heavy with the morning dew
Leave tale tell signs of her passing
Stirring the thick mists
Hanging just above the ground.
Early morning dawn breaks
Through the low hanging branches
Soft light across the meadow
Dew drops sparkling.
A couple of poems
Hot winds fanning the flames
Pushing the fire onward
Burning all in its path
Reducing everything to ash.
Animals great and small
Racing toward the edge of the forest
Trying to outrun the carnage
Fear of fire greater than fear of foe.
Thunder on the horizon
Rain marching in
Enemy of fire
Brings salvation to the forest.
Gentle drumming on the wind pane
Causing runnels down the glass
Grey skies overhead
Spanning across the horizon.
Rain dances in the puddles
Splatters reaching upward
Filling birdbaths to the brim
Overflowing in the ditches.
Rain soaking the ground
Plants drinking up the moisture
Roots swelling up filled with water
Giving life to all.
Two more poems to start the week.
I look across the room
Searching through the
Crush of bodies
Seeking a familiar face.
I settle on the soft gaze
Of friendly eyes
Staring back at me
Slight wrinkles at the corners.
Projecting their amusement
At being found in the crowd
Lowering my gaze to his mouth
Lips turned upward parted slightly.
Your words wound more deeply
Than the sharpest blade
Your eyes show no loving gaze
Only the icy stare of hate.
Your touch is cold and hard
No gentle caress
My words fall on deaf ears
Only silence from now on.
A life together
Forever to live in misery
Loveless and lonely.