Author of Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir (EIF-Experiments in Fiction, 2022). Pushcart Nominated Poet 2022. Editor MasticadoresUSA.
The original post of this poem was March 18, 2018. My delivery style is inspired by the poet David Whyte. Copyright ©2018/03/31 Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com Image: “Sands of Time” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha's Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
I, The Tired Moon They tell me when the sun has gone Behind the cloud, that night has come For one more moment, swift. I run to greet the shadow on the sandy beach Of pebbled stars in clear shark night. The roaming wave of humid blindness Feels for my vivid form in nothingness,... Continue Reading →
By Your Power, Death I shall not ridicule you, Death. A vulture on prey, You have plucked the last stale leaf From the tree of age ended. The sun melts now In your liquid waves of fire. And your bleak mist on hazy hills Smothers the bent birch, From which you built your vessel... Continue Reading →
If Beyond Were Closer If beyond were closer, Night would guard the morning And flakes of leaves would glory To scatter in the wailing Wisps of wind dressed in threads Of pale, endless fog mists That rise to shelter peace. Angels would strum the harps Of infinite wired strings Tangled in the wind’s... Continue Reading →
God is at work God is at work. God is at work. God is at work. We have seen the crust of time Open like a door to baby stars As ancient ones go nova, Opening the way for rebirth. Fear is healing Fear is healing. Fear is healing. This pain, This wound, This infection Has... Continue Reading →
The Willow Am I Some people live in the night While owls of the morning sleep, And small raindrops creep in the dusk Like birds of prey upon the dewy grass. The Willow am I, punished by the hidden sun That laughs on the edge of night As I curse the screaming dawn... Continue Reading →
On Our Side of the Fence On our side of the fence, We have no worries. The elderly Pin Oaks Sprawl their limbs like warm arms, Making shade and silence. Their wide berth absorbs the sounds Of sirens and screams. And brace us for wind. We have our wood for winter, And a garden... Continue Reading →
Pray for the One Good deeds are acts of prayer To the light, our vanguard. This is the time when Acts of love are needed To fortify the One of which We all are, One Unity of Light, Strengthened by deeds for Others and Mother Earth. So pray. Pray for the One, Pray... Continue Reading →
This Sand This sand, Tiny bits of earth and rock, Marking paths through thickets. This ground, stomped flat By those in search of berries, Ambling lovers With secrets in flowers. This sand, Tiny bits of earth and rock, Creating mosaics and desert dust Under hot sun, A bed for cacti Stretching to oasis.... Continue Reading →
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