Interminable...

There’s an ache I cannot touch…
Profound, breath-taking
And its nature is such
That I can find no end…
…or beginning

It fills me, surrounds me
In bitter-sweet pleasure
It torments, confounds me
With its interminable measure

It’s an intangible longing
A silent lament
Indistinguishable groaning
A sad discontent

I would feel empty and dead
If it should disappear
Its rush and its dread
Are my comrades, I fear…

A keen sense of loss,
Acceptance, despair
Of what is and what was
Wrapped into a prayer

There’s an ache I cannot touch
Or find the source thereof
Its interminable essence is such
That I think it must be…
Love

J~

Gifts...

You gave to me a tiny fragment
Of your heart and soul
But the pieces that you gave me
Were enough to make me whole

You gave to me the shadow
Of your whisper and your sigh
In it I hear the echo
And the prelude to good-bye

You gave to me the timbre
And the aching of your voice
I try not to remember
But it seems I have no choice

You gave me just enough love
The darkened cloud to lift
How was I to know the truth?
They were your parting gift…

J~

Heart-beats...

There are no insignificant moments…
Each one melding to the next
As drops of vapor forming a sea
…and eternity

There are no insignificant moments
The smile, the sigh, joy and strife
Are the ticks of time
Which form a life

J~

Calm...

Calm, the waking of the day
And the mist below the hill
As the darkness seeps away
Disrobing shadows, dark and still

Calm, the streams of perfumed bloom
Hailing silently the morn
Calm, the pale fluorescent moon
And the field of verdant corn

Calm, the breeze stirring the air
And the limb of frothy green
Calm, the empty footprint where
Yesterday our tear had been

Calm, the light which strode before
The call of duty’s gentle toll
Calm the eye which sees the Lord
And all that yields to His control

Janet~

Calm...that was the word which seemed to best fit the dawn today...

What Would Jesus Do?

Your dark eyes
Took me by surprise
I thought I didn’t have the time
To stop till I heard
You utter the words
Ma’am, could you spare a dime?

The slump of your shoulder
Made you look older
Than, possibly sixteen years
I looked at your face…
I could see the trace
Of forgotten tears

You didn’t ask for much
Not a hug, no touch
Just a second of my time…
A hungry girl
Alone in the world
And all you asked for was a dime…

Janet~

Forgetting...

I keep losing track of the time...
In between moments
Without you...

Why is it that I can remember
Everything...
...you didn't say?

J~

Enough...

What is poetry?
It is the utterance of thoughts
We would never otherwise speak…
It is the whisper of a pen,
A tear on a sheet
It is longing and desire
Folded into word
It is sorrow and fire
A memory stirred
It is ‘I love you’
‘I forgive you’
‘I need you’…
And more…

...It is the waves
Pounding eternally
On a distant shore…
It is the sound
Of a closing door
And foot-steps dying away
In mid-July
Beneath a tearless summer sky
When one more afternoon
Of laughter and love
Would have been
One day closer to…
Almost enough

J~

End of the Pier...

We walked to the end of the pier
Each waiting for the other to speak...

...not even the wind shed a tear
the waves sprawled...listless and weak

We walked to the end of the pier
The silence continues to fall...

...and in the end,oh my dear
the silence has said it all

J~