Charades

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You wear the bark,

but the charade

bites, xylem and

phloem corked with

pseudo-sap. Leaves

wilt, dejected

heralds marking

your soul wormwood,

galled by blighted

moral compass, limbs

sold to do evil

where, rooted to

inferior soil,

your destruction

is imminent.

My First Poetic Birthday!

Sky Window

Inscription to Evil

Your eyes perceived the offering –

ripe suckling pig offered on ego’s altar.

Fangs tore flesh, and cud was

savoured. Voiceless, innocence burned;

Betrayer invoked betrayal,

tearing fragility whisper-thin.

Blows descending, betrayed shrank into a pit

shame-thick and denial-sunk. Sneering talons clawed

soul. Comatose, Heart beat on.

Shame bled dark on a soul-stain as tearless face

silently screamed. Hope of healing ripped raw the ooze;

Endangered, You clutched the more. Friend

kissed betrayal, marrying decay to heart-stir;

Agony poured fire into fatal wounds.

Battered, Heart beat on.

Soul stirred to staunch the flow

but band-aids bled away. Exhausted, Heart

cried to Healer; Wounded hands

leaked Love! You perceived and trembled,

lost footing, unleashed hell-fury, unwilling to

surrender your masterpiece.

Heart, circulating a blood not its own,

Stretched.

Stood.

Quivered on feet of glass.

Rage-screamed, You roared your hate-stench

but wounded hands held fast.

Gentle-fierce,

life-blood bled into Heart.

Glass feet glowed, diamond-studded in refining blaze.

Heart beat – IthinkIcan, IthinkIcan.

IknowLovecan,  IknowLovecan.

Flying, weightless, treading the wings of the dawn,

Heart  discarded crutch.  Leaped.  Danced.

Alive,  Heart  exhaled, inhaled, filled lungs with sweetness.

And words, flaking off like scales,

indelibly penned Inscription to Evil,

covering scars with skin.

Exactly one year ago today, I posted this poem, my first on this blog which did not start out poetic! It would take several months before I claimed the title of poet. More than 880 poems in the 365 days following this initial offering. I am honoured and humbled by the encouraging response and support of my blogging community, and honoured and humbled that God has blessed me with this gift – what a sweet surprise it has been to see it unveiled, to learn the joy and release of expressing my thoughts in this new form. Today is a day to celebrate – the Voice I lost so long ago has been found, restored, and unleashed!  The power of this miracle takes my breath away…

Child of Light

morning glow frosted pine

Child of Light,

we’re frozen here –

smeared with blight,

not Christmas cheer;

Shine Your star

into dark hearts,

draw us where

true healing starts.

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For the beautiful children of Connecticut – we miss you already…

Lies are Rats

Image courtesy of Morris Pest Control

Lies are rats

Incessantly gnawing

Destroying and jawing

By grinding insatiable tooth

Black as night –

Disease-ridden giants

In skin of defiance

Are  vermin – unkempt and uncouth

Furtive beasts

Disappearing at will

Lurking secret and still

Invisible spectres of doom

Evil pests –

Reproducing in shame

Offspring spring off the name

Forcing Truth – their Plague – to the tomb

“Inscription to Evil”

“The Scream”, Edvard Munch, 1895

Your eyes perceived the offering –

A ripe suckling pig offered on ego’s altar.

Fangs tore flesh, and cud was savoured.

Voiceless, innocence burned.

Betrayer invoked betrayal,

Tearing fragility whisper-thin.

Blows descending, betrayed shrank into a pit shame-thick and denial-sunk.

Sneering talons clawed soul.

Comatose, Heart beat on.

Shame bled dark on a soul-stain as tearless face silently screamed.

Hope of healing ripped raw the ooze.

Endangered, You clutched the more.

Friend kissed betrayal, marrying decay to heart-stir.

Agony poured fire into fatal wounds.

Battered, Heart beat on.

Tethered, soul stirred to staunch the flow

But band-aids bled away.

Exhausted, Heart cried to Healer;

Wounded hands leaked Love!

You perceived and trembled, lost footing.

Unleashed hell-fury, unwilling to surrender your masterpiece.

Heart, circulating a blood not its own,

Stretched.

Stood.

Quivered on feet of glass.

Rage-screamed, You roared your hate-stench

But wounded hands held fast.

Gentle-fierce,

Life-blood bled into Heart.

Glass feet glowed diamond-studded in refining blaze.

Heart beat – IthinkIcan, IthinkIcan.

IknowLovecan,  IknowLovecan.

Flying, weightless, treading the wings of the dawn,

Heart  discarded crutch.  Leaped.  Danced.

Alive,  Heart  exhaled, inhaled, filled lungs with sweetness.

And words, flaking off like scales,

Indelibly marked Inscription to Evil,

covering scars.