Sourodeep

Apr 2016

Elisa Maria Argiro

Arrays of stars land softly
on this thick bed of pine needles
under your graciously reaching tree,
and we see impossibly blue, miniature
flowers with centers of infinite white.

Tunneling underground, more
have been born over the decades
since you planted their mothers and fathers
by hand, here in this garden that has become
a secret woodland, even in the middle of town.

©Elisa Maria Argiro

#mother #constellations #woodland #decades

Apr 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Three Thrushes

Chitter , chatter chirrup
Three birds of a feather
A friendly chummy posy -
in perfect morning tide pleasure
Trilling , thrilling , touring Thrush's in the noon palmettos
Chiming sweet refrains in the -
broomcorn meadow
Musky , dusky weary
Gold songsters in a bush
A huckleberry trio in the-
nighttime hush

Apr 2016

SøułSurvivør

Before the Evening Rain

The hills burn
Smokey cloud
Over the valley
Wind whipping up
Sparks of misty droplets
Through the windows
Of the house next door

Shadows genuflect
On the asphalt before
The streetlight
Thick foliage shrugs
Its burly shoulders

Smells of wet
Sage on the mountain

Gently the spring
Has closed the
Throat of thunder

I close my eyes
But no lightning makes
Its traces behind my lids

Summer waits...

SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/7/2016

Sorry it took me so long to get back. My father has been ill again. He is better but we have to watch him. Thanks for understanding.

#rain #spring #evening

Mar 2016

ryn

Forgiveness

Grant me forgiveness.
For my mouth had acted prematurely
and erred.
Acrid words my tongue can't retract.
My lips quiver,
pursed and scared.

Grant me relief.
For my ego had lunged.
Fueled emotions that strayed.
Sensible thoughts in mind
that my heart had betrayed.

Grant me strength and courage.
Let the next morn's sun,
illuminate the dark obstinacy of my heart.
Allow this bitter turbidity to pass.
So I could walk the hard road,
to a brand new start.

.
Sometimes words carry more venom than fangs.
And often, the path to absolution lies first, in forgiving oneself.
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#forgiveness #onlyhuman #hellopoetry107