I’m glad he made it this far
all twenty years of him.
& he may be young & stupid
but he will make it through all of this.
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He will grow wise & older
& someday, truly be a man.
if he can make it to that meadow
& just stay alive till then.
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just to be alive
just to spend another day,
growing one day wiser
Lord, i pray, day by day…
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… (this wasn’t written about/for anyone. It mostly just came to me as I saw my breath turn into a white cloud in the cold air tonight. And somehow this little poem came out of that. But, i still think it’s sorta cool. so enjoy)
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Shade the shadow of the moon Illuminate the sunrise’s glow. Capture the lighting’s blinding light Or the glittered sparkles of the snow.
Spray the roar of a pounding water fall And color the [hushed] babbles of a brook.. Sketch the crowd’s cheers at a football game. I want you to see these/them without having to look..
Echo the vastness of the sky, Sketch the flutter of a butterfly’s wing… Stain the thunder’s startling crash, As I paint your world with the words I sing..
Oh, I wish my voice could shine, So that it might light up your days My fear is our sparks fading dull, So, let me paint away your greys….
I hope we never see our roses blanch Nor abandon our work of art… And if you just let me try to paint my love on the canvas of your heart… you shall find my colors and words are only the future’s start.
~Lianna J..
This was not written for/about any person in particular. I was just drawing and painting with the kids I care for, and one of them asked me to help him draw words. Somehow that phrase seemed worth remembering to me, and inspired me to write this. ~January 18, 2011two tiny green rain-boots
scamper across the lawn
mindless of the wet dew
at the glow of dawn
water sloshes rhythmically
as her dainty arms swing
to her antique water-can
her little fingers cling
with back pressed to the decaying wood
she leans into the creaking gate
entering into her magical world
that only she could create
… her princess garden
On the fresh gentle breeze,
floats a sweet aroma of spring.
Her auburn hair waves weightlessly
as the birds begin to sing
that’s only place she is free & safe
free of the shouting & abuse
princess gently bolts the heavy door
& peels off her slippery shoes
for this ground is soft & gentle
when her bare feet dance around
weaving a halo of vines & blossoms
she tenderly balances her crown
mossy walls shield from sight
the magical kingdom she reigns
with innocence still untainted
her past holds no guilt or stains
her garden is her secret
a courtyard enchanted
with the spell of innocence
& all the love implanted
one by one with water & love
the blooms are showered from her pitcher of tin
princess renewed this palace
though it had not always such been
for long ago, in another time
it had been the temple of kings
an ancient people had built these walls
filling it with most treasured things
but all the gold & silver treasures
princess gathered into a coffer
then buried it with disinterest
in what money had to offer
she prunes & plants
she aerates, she weeds
she waters & sows
rows of flower seeds
butterflies flutter among the blooms
of every imaginable color
saturated with vivid hues
awakening the soul to wonder
She breathes in the peace,
breathes out a wishful sigh,
then longs for powerful wings
and the freedom to fly…
this could possibly be one of the most cliche poems I’ve ever written… Just the same, I find it worthy of posting.
Cutting hearts into the sun With fingers curled round Connected thumb to thumb Making shadows on the ground
Playing tag in the sand
He reaches out & grabs her hand
He captures her in his arms
Both her body & her heart
As they lie there side by side Clouds floating overhead that he’d always seen as shapeless became dragons & unicorns insteadShe begs him to dance with her
Right there, on the beach alone.
He says “there ain’t no music playin’.”
She says, “We’ll make our own!”
How did she get him here? Twirling her to no tune, hearing himself singing softly, Under that late july moon?He never thought himself a fool
he’s always had things under control
But he’d never been so captivated,
so confused by such a precious soul.
Strolling with fingers intertwined The wind plays with her hair She carries a seashell away with her… “It will be my little piece of here.”Just before they turn around
with city lights dim and distant
nothing could have prepared him
for the power of that instant
He’d never been so unsure This was his perfect chance.. heart pounding against his ribs He’s lost in a mesmerized tranceHer eyes are glittering stars
the waves break against the pier.
Her face shines so sweetly,
and he tries to hide his fear.
reaching behind her head gently.. he’d never felt a connection so deep. When their lips merely touched, his heart woke up from its sleepshe captured his love that night
a promise he sincerely kissed
She was not the first; yet was the only
to whom that promise he meant.
Where before there was silence Now his heart sings songs Where before he was searching Now his heart belongs
Where before he was blinded
Now hearts are cut in the sun
Where before there was pain,
now that hurt has been undone
Where before his life was shapeless Now there is magic in the sky. And where before he was dead, Now she has brought him back to life…
She holds that seashell to her ear
weeks & miles from that night
Listening to the same waves as he is
lying under the same moonlight
Hearts cut out of the sun Shine brightly in the sea Connected soul to soul; hearts dancing for eternity
