Friday, August 24, 2012

a broom and possibilities


a broom in hand
think
of the possibilities

ah, but alas without one
sadness
in the spaces between

to employ those uses are
alive
left in the hand of the poet

...

a broom handle and head
ah, were a broom in my hand
now I would ...

the ceiling would echo
through to the floor
to the chamber within above

the floor would creak
under the weight of hearts
through the space between

a broom in hand
we would live
the possibilities


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

something that abides



have you ever held something 
in your hand 
and known you 
had held it 
sometime before 
but let it go ... 

this time 
you hold it, 
turning it over - 
this time 
to know 
something 
answers from within your heart ... 

have you ever held something 
in your heart 
and known you 
had held it 
sometime before 
but let it go ... 

this time 
you hold it 
closer, more gently, 
and ponder it longer - 
this time 
to really know – 
to know 
the something that abides 
there lighting your way ...