Poetry

Fire And Rain

Leave for me
a flame in my heart
and rain inside my soul –
ability to love with depth
for that, I’ve no regret.
I’m like a gypsy spirit
never finding
the way home.
Fall foliage
now yellowing –
fringed brown
like ancient lace
the same as I;
weathered
and waiting
to be discovered.
May my weaknesses
be forgotten… somehow
while my strengths praised
for the remainder of my days.
Tender is my heart that burned
with some lessons that I learned
silent murmurings drop like rain
whispers now to my spirit flame
under this ever changing sky
a Summer bids, goodbye.

© Literary Remains

Poetry

Soul Of The Sea

‘neath the clouds, the sun went to sleep
and watched as the ocean drank the day –
her arms, embraced earth, air, and deep
and waves lapped to quench every last ray –
she kissed the horizon when evening came
reflecting upon where the sea mist distilled
a sphere of beauty where water met flame
with each salty breeze, my silent heart filled
as the canvas sail sighed after the storm,
I plotted the course for my life’s design
in wake of cold journey, surface now warm
as the soul of the sea enfolded in mine.

© Literary Remains

Poetry

The Divide

We barter ourselves
as the Left and Right
maneuvers to conquer —
nostrils flared with rage
motives oracle and secret
as rhetoric and reason
chokes one another
like anacondas.
Deceptions multiply
and grow fat like
garbage can
maggots —
Distracted.
Abstracted.
Media instigates,
as the parties debate —
while passive ballot boxes
stand guard watching silently,
as we trade pots for kettles
and the lesser of evils.

© Literary Remains

Poetry

Dirt

See me spread over landscapes
of forest, meadow, and farm.
I nourish the wildflowers
and warm the roots
of all you eat.
I am the clay
so that you
may build bricks
and sculptures too.
I am the place you bury
treasure and loved ones.
I absorb the air, water,
and organics of Earth —
fallen leaves,
fallen birds,
footprints,
flesh and bone.
I am the beginning,
and end of many things.
I am patient and durable;
so often taken for granted.

In my simplicity —
I am extraordinary.

© Literary Remains