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 Feb 2015
SG Holter
Sometimes it's good
To be sad.
To not chase away,
But embrace the heaviness
That weighs down your

Heart and feet.

Sometimes it's good
To be sad.
To rest your head in a
Warm lap, allowing tears to flow,
And loving fingers to

Find them.
 Feb 2015
SE Reimer
~

these words from a friend
jar me from my glass-eyed read
"even if we are not aware,
we live in memories" 
and in response i write,
"i often feel watched
by my loved ones passed on,
as though they are aware
of my every movement and deed,
peering over the portals
of a nearby dimension
as one from a portico"
watching what before them lies.

fellow members of a "club"
you didn't volunteer for,
didn't sign your name to,
you know firsthand
the longing, the aching,
the wishing and the wanting,
the praying and the begging,
the "take this cup" imploring,
remove it far from me,
the "i'm down on my knees
begging you please" plea.

grief...
a mournful response
a saudade for
what will, what can
never be again.
a shadowy wood,
where the seekers lie,
where lovers come
when lovers die;
where hope once lost
can still be found,
where signs and wonders
from beyond abound.
where man can touch
the face of God,
where the path to freedom,
with all it twist, its turns,
brings new meaning
and opens new doors.
within this forest
there lies a pool
from which to drink
and be renewed.
healing waters
in abundance here
to wash away
the bitter tears;
the lonely hours
here spent bring peace,
its lovely flowers
are rarest sweet;
the dancer learns
her steps again,
the singer finds
his inner voice;
here hearts unfold
and bare the creases,
here anxious thoughts
and anger ceases;
and psalmist's soul
here finds relief.

~

post script.

*thank you Bala, for stirring my morning contemplation time and helping me to reflect on what i have, as being a part of what i have lost. 

"saudade"- though sharing no English equivalent is best understood here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade

as apples of gold are wise words... indeed!  my fellow poets, you are a grace to me, a gift i did not heretofore know of; the door to a contemplative.forest i had not previously known.  thank you, to each who stops in to make a kind, a generous comment and sometimes add a very thought-provoking word. i am grateful today!!
 Feb 2015
SG Holter
She looks up at me from the
Stroller, eyes wide open as
If she's never seen a shaved
Head before.
I'm guessing it's the head.

The tram is packed full of people,
And my country boy soul cringes
At the touch and smell of a
Hundred strangers.
So I focus on the little angel princess
Strapped gently to her

Throne on wheels, and in the
Vast space that our eyes meeting
Creates, I breathe pure, fresh air.
The tram is a hall we have to
Ourselves, and I'd trek to
The end of the universe

To find the last piece of candy
In existence, just to return,
Travel worn and outer space
Accustomed, just to place it
In her tiny hands
In gratitude.
 Jan 2015
wordvango
I take from every day
  laying down only
after what I want is done

every day just

  as the last
I walk the worn out
  path

acquaintance with buzzy bees
  hummingbirds
and colored things

red ground has my footprints
  worn
flowers trees green and brown grasses
   nod at me

I will not say their names
   as we are just passing friends
tilting our caps
   in frequency

Subtly we say hello
    

I go up and down
    to where after what I want is done
only then,
  do I lay down

and rest.
 Jan 2015
SG Holter
Mountain, lean on me.
Let me comfort you,
Cry your creeks onto
My shoulder.

Oak tree; weeping willow
At heart. Here,
Find shelter from the rain
Beneath me.

Girl, grow strong enough
To carry the weight of
Your beauty.
Concrete cross; boulder burden

Of features and curves beheld
In craving by wide-eyed men.
A curse at times, to have
Your golden soul shine through

To the outside of your being.
Until then, lean on me.
Let me comfort you.
Cry your every drop of fatigue

Onto my shoulder.
Find shelter beneath me.
I can hide the sun from your eyes.
See: Love is sizeless.
 Jan 2015
SG Holter
In the space between
Your lips and your kisses
Are worlds unexplored.

Too tight for a quark to
Slide through.
A molecular mastodon

Universe of questions answered
With microscopic lies, such
As: Is it safe to lay my lips

Upon the warmth of this poet?

Yes.
Yes.

Yes, it is safe. He will never
Cheat. He will never
Lie, he will

Never hurt your
Feelings
Unintentionally.
 Jan 2015
wordvango
a clear creek trickles
a dead limb reaches towards heaven
questions sparkle
like mirrors
upon a barren limb
as the process of life continues
cold
         and thoroughly numb
                             as                   breath               returns
as the breeze
      picks up cadence
                                     again
   and comes my way one more leaf.
and one more
                                        Sun.
Eye catching rose among roses
Enlivened lotus among lotuses
As cute as chrysanthemum
Her enticing beauty is a bouquet
Of seen and unseen flowers
Add cosmetic touch to cosmic look
  
Piles of lily white smiles
Peels of lovely laugh
Lunar face, stellar grace
Solar radiance bracing up cosmos
Down her tempting temple canvas
Stupid cupid in hurry to canvass
  
Queen in the garden of lovers
Akin to bunch of brilliant flowers
Cascading hair crown her head
Hang around her face in hunger
In tune with wayward breeze
  
Her refined face defines beauty
Cup of lips grip her tasty tone
The rest of her covered figure
To be discovered by none
Other than owner’s crazy mirror
  
Oh behold to adore the beauty
And admire its adept architect
When to win her cheek and cheer
And who the victor of the nectar
Not for us to speculate on spot
Neath the shy January sun
she turns a butterfly
upon the marigold field

Flies now wildly far
amid the yellow and red flower
beyond the bounds of the catcher
in the madness of a child’s dream fulfilled
leaving wind scattered trails of her wings
over the marigold field!
my cover photo.
searching her since.
 Jan 2015
Amitav Radiance
Soft rays of the morning light
Are in a playful mood
Playing hide n seek
Between the leaves
Seeing my window ajar
They plan to invade my world
Radiance permeates the air
My heart leaps with joy
Mind wanders across the sky
Unleashed from any prejudices
Makes the day worthwhile
As they swathe my soul with gratitude
Morning light, harbinger of hope
Sun, the talisman
Bringing all the happiness together
A new day and new beginning
Beauty, that’s eternal
 Jan 2015
Jack


Morning glows
upon wishing eyes
across dew drop horizons
and tree line kisses,
warming my heart
as my dawning thoughts
turn towards the beauty...

Another day begins
with smiles, with love,
with you...
 Jan 2015
Jack
~
Violet vista breezes
and sweet mountain dreams
Painted on a sunset canvas
amidst cloud lace ribbons
Flowing in silent display
on the horizon
of our hearts
~
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