Poetry

July 28, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Margarita Gluzberg

 

By

Rick Davis

 

 

Freedom

 

 

chronic pain

is a cup

 

of darkness.

but with the

 

mindfulness

of wistful eyes

 

i find balance –

irritation,

 

but also

the peace of

 

drifting clouds

that refresh

 

my body dazzling

so in my

 

God concentric

meditation

 

i encounter

giant flowers

 

and delicate clover

of my heart.

 

flying through sky

i breathe

 

the boundless space

of my own mind

 

which is free

as a flock

 

of swallows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fitful Dreams

 

 

Silence

like a rainbow

 

is loud.

Starlings circle

 

hazy sky.

Their echoes

 

tame my heart

and wipe

 

distant watery eyes.

Lightning sighs.

 

Ghosts walk

the shoulders

 

of expansive road.

 

Grief is a planet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rick Davis

I am a Poet and life-long Chicagoan, married, and am a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University.

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