It cracks me open -
this time with music and muse.
My pen punctures a hole
through a membrane
of routine and lazy habits
into my darkness
stale air escapes.
This writing lets in light and life
it is water on soil
a flowering.

Thank you
Hello Poetry
for this
creative outlet
to grow as
a writer

I must again tell you,
I Love you.
Though you have grown,
You are still my little ones.
How much it meant to me
When you were my baby,
To hold you in my arms tightly,
While you shrieked delightfully,
Smothering me with your sloppy kisses.
I still remember many hours we spent together,
Leaving my work for later
Watching cartoons,
Blowing bubbles or balloons,
Seeing you play,
Or when you came back from school everyday,
And shared with me what you did,
Made me listen if I did not heed,
I felt blessed.
After bedtime stories,
And goodnight kisses,
Whilst you slept,
Tears of joy I wept
As I touched your angelic face,
My heart skipped from its place,
You would break into a grin with sleepy eyes,
My soul was at peace.
Yes, my brood,
I miss those yesterday's childhood,
Every lovely moments,
I had spent with you was with content.
Now that we are far apart,
My only regret,
Is sharing the same precious moments I did with my little ones,
With my grandchildren.
5/7/2021

Living in a city devoid of nature's gifts,
I'd escape to the country for a respite;
Here the air was supple and fresh,
lingering softly through the sunset.

I'd skip stones into the lake of emeralds,
where the fish were at home to swim;
And deer would gather for a sweet drink,
before the afternoon daylight became dim.

A long trek to mountains ahead of me,
rescued my mind through mystical places;
It's as if I were miles away from the city,
while I visited these heavenly spaces.

Rushing waters from a nearby waterfall,
awakened me to the wonders of nature;
Their sparkle jumped from stone to stone,
and I watched like a curious wanderer.

This entire adventure made clear to me,
as I rolled out my bedding to sleep;
These picturesque visions would remain alive,
as treasured memories I would always keep.

The Smallest Thing
The spirit of Joy
The tinniest of things
Can grant you prettiest of smiles

A bird bathing in water
A flower brightened by the sun
The reminder of life
The reminder of beauty
In the smallest sight or view
Can be the only thing you’ll need

embodying the fragile horizon
consciousness of the Universe
mind made flesh within time
along roads of life and death
searching for a way to eternity
loudly star gazers sing of love.

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                     When the Rescuers Stood Down

                                               Surfside, Florida

As the rescuers stood down last night they left
Their prayers, their desperate hopes, their bitter tears
Upon those troubled rocks where they poured out love
They poured themselves, and they are empty now

What’s left must soon come down:

Concrete and steel, toys and dolls, Mama’s pictures
Letters from friends, ‘phones that won’t ring anymore
Eyeglasses, fountain pens, lesson plans, books
Spare change, unfinished poems, unfinished lives

The rescuers will return, and try again
Because their hearts are in that wreckage still

Piano and violins
in the hands of artists
string me along
in a peaceful stream of joy
their delicate threads
wrapped around my heart
on a gray morning
to quince my loneliness.

Lightning and thunder
herald the strong arm of nature
awaken me to Earth.
Rains soak soil
and now I walk in the garden
green, pink, and magenta life surrounds me
its aroma suffuses my lungs
my beath makes us one -
this magnificent living orb and I.