WITHOUT DESCRIPTION His eyes stopped feeling. The last of their warmth receding, I feel the drain, The shock the pain. I don’t believe it. The eyes implore me with their slow withdrawal, Believe it I am leaving, Left, gone No more, They fix themselves. The room show no signs of him, it, I look around, nothing life self, me you. What a frightening thing. I flounder. I startle, I am cavalier, I won’t care, I don’t believe. A steady gaze,…
The first time without you. How will it be? Before or after, the questions remain. The first time without you. I have no idea what to expect. Unimaginable. I am stuck on a hollow note. The first time without you. Should I have prepared? Am I so selfish that I expected you to be always? The first time without you was the last time with you, as I recall. That last time. I could have done so much more,…
EIGHTEEN WHEELER PASSING THROUGH WASHINGTON DC. Over and over Di wheels Dey turnin’ Over and over Mile afta mile De same sound just Going on and on Over and over again Is di same way mi mind jus’ going On and on Over and over Pondering di same ting When you gwine notice me again God? June 11th 1985 LAMENTATIONS God, God of heaven Listen to me yuh hear, are you deaf to me? Blind to my…
It was only yesterday that you held me in your arms and marveled at my pouting lips, my chubby cheeks. You were enchanted by my wisps of hair and wondered why blonde, but then you remembered my mother’s bloodline and smiled; it would pass as the proper me emerge. So many years later I hold you in my arms and marvel at how fragile you had become, how vulnerable; your brown eyes are devouring…
WATCH, LOOK, LISTEN, PRAY Ride the wind, feel the vibrations. God is with us . The wind brings news The trees bend their leafy ears to listen, they move from side to side and up and down with joy, They say it’s the wind gust, I say it’s the joyful news that God is with us. cc: lmh 3/28/17
When souls collide on Earth Angels recoil behind clouds in anguish and shame. they wish they had souls, while here we act vile and disregard one another. we revile the gift of choice, which is the gift of soul the sum total of eternal love. lmh. 2017.24/3
From its perch, the pigeons see everything. Wish I could talk “Pigeon” or “International Bird”, Alas! I have only English. The pigeons understand English very well I don’t speak local Pigeonese. The rats speak and understand English but they need bribes because They don’t care who is in charge or who the real immigrants are. The rats won’t speak because they are indifferent to the situation. The street people are like the rats, jaded and despairing they turn away…
I watch you thrash around in your glass bowl, are you just happy or are you in the throes of dying? the night is gone the gloam of another night will soon approach repeat, repeat, repeat into the gloam of history are you still dying or just participating in change? lmh 11/3016