the past—
gone by, done, said—
regrets do nothing for me—
for I cannot turn back the clock—
by wish...
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the past—
gone by, done, said—
regrets do nothing for me—
for I cannot turn back the clock—
by wish...
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By wish
you came into
my life, by wish you will
remain. I hold your life within
my dreams.
My dreams
that dangle hope
unclipped by fatal three,
unspent in lingered reverie
they grow.
They grow,
these children of
mine, like wildflowers on the
prairie...unexpected beauty
blossoms.
blossoms
white and pink dot
the surface of the pond
the frogs sing in rich harmony—
wetlands…
Wetlands
stretch before me,
curiously teasing,
tempting me to leave my zone of
comfort.
;) Okay, guys, the cinquains are my favorite and I can't wait any longer!
Comfort
cloaks her spirit
in the form of kindred
minds who offer their unique strengths
with love.
with love—
moment heartbeats—
time pauses in passing by,
to turn around an ask us why—
we care
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We care
Mostly to grasp
tightly to what we hold.
Else we weep but are keen to do
nothing.
nothing
is an omen
that tells us when we fail,
after several years of toil,
small gain.
small gain—
grueling labor—
daily grind, daily bread—
work so hard, then layoffs just leave
scarred heart…
scarred heart—
always wonder—
Artist, Flower, Warrior—
sisters three where have you gone?
feel alone…
feel alone
vacant sorrow,
bringing you asunder,
always leaving you vacuous,
and morose
small gain
extravagance
living is everything
visualize the horizon
fullfilled
And morose,
I wander earth,
climbing mountains, wading
oceans of pain, seeking to be
fulfilled.
Fulfilled!
Lord, now let thy -
Yet stay, for who am I
To say that I have no task left
Undone?
Undone?
the kite string breaks
freedom catches the wind
good bye, new horizons i seek
journey
Journey
into unknown
worlds of passion and hope,
ever clinging to your own heart's
wisdom.
wisdom
a noble feat
dont forget yourself, ask
who is ye then to preach to thee.
my rights
My rights
do not shadow
your own. We are equal
in all ways that matter...heart and
sweet soul.
sweet soul
subtle craving
too far to go alone
shadows caught in between hushed tones
impasse
Impasse.
Where do I go
now that my options have
disintegrated? I need Your
guidance.
guidance—
soft touch, dirt path—
mountain climbed, there’s another—
through valleys dark, cross rivers wide—
reach home…
Reach home,
that is my goal.
Home being my own soul...
will I know it when I see it
at last?
at last
destination
now here there no longer
scan the horizon searching for
harbor
harbor
overlooking
salty pockodot clouds,
gliding soft iridescent wings,
towards
towards
the sea sighing
softly sailor girls strain
to unfurl in wild winds
unbound
unbound
sounds of freedom
heard uninterrupted
sweeping timeless tones forever
endless
Endless
imaginings
of world peace and true love
course passionately through veins of
poets!
poets
gather, mingle
words within a common
cause—write each line with care and
thinking …
Thinking
herself clever,
she smugly closed the door,
not realizing that would be
the end.
the end
foretold secrets
not told not shared not known
spent silently slipping away
sightless
Sightless,
the seer gave up.
His gift forever lost;
his passion for life now waning,
soon gone.
soon gone,
his heart and life,
all this toil, all this strife
now, draining to heavenly land
on clouds
On clouds
fashioned by dreams
of love and honor true,
my prayers for world peace are lifted
to You.
to you
whose power is
endless everlasting
el shaddai el olam yahweh
my lord
My Lord,
Abba, Father,
I endlessly praise You,
grateful for Your unfailing love
and care.
amen susan...
and care
caress embrace
enfolded engaged involved
unspoken touch opens the door
come near
Come near,
let me wrap you
in the warmth of my love.
My arms will be your haven in
this world.
this world
is wrapped in wrath
quenching us of great joy
ensconcing us in misery
when will
we know
of the true path
to guide our aimless wonders.
Quest to find truth in what we seek,
when all