Signs
By
They look
But do not see
While their fingers draw signs
Telling of things to come
The voice of thunder
Strong as a mountain
Leaving us to beg relief
From nature’s fragility
Moon changes color
Eyes dim to the truth being shown them
This eerie expectancy heavy
A dark cloud in fair skies
Emptied of everything but grace
Winter sees the world unripe
As seed is scattered on sealed earth
Slow strangulation
Tokens tossed away
Penniless life
Where Christ lives with sinners
We only learn so much from graves
Like one must be silent as death
When God begins to take away
And
Together we may both be slaughtered
With our desperate bones
Ground to powder
By crows not pausing to pick
What they peck at
Wind
By
Wind takes me somewhere
I never want to forget
Twisting
Like a breeze off the ocean
Men walking on water
Girls waiting like oysters
To be opened
Enjoyed
Their pearls buried in the deeps like
Ideas running through old channels
Fog rising from rivers
Lifting prayers like fish
Alluvial shores
Loose like love or easy women
Seagull picks at empty sand
Anointed by the sun
Baptized in place
I lost my daughter 30th June 2008. She was 32 and the most kindest, intelligent and caring person I have ever had in my life. I cope by writing lots of poetry about her. It was a priveledge to have been her mother and I have so many marvellous memories tp keep me going. I will never stop grieving but I honestly feel she is always with me. Natascia Rita thank you for being my daughter, thank you for all the love you gave me, A big comfort hug to you Elizabeth.