Hey guys, Harry Furness is Whistling Again over at his blog. We’ve all missed him so pay him a visit!
I found him in the garden
frozen from the cold and barely moving
I extended my hand – offering nothing more
than a moment of refuge
I slowly felt the movement
as he crawled from flower to hand
and merely sat there
absorbing the warmth
suddenly he began to thaw
and his wings, now restored
were ready for flight
I returned him to the flower
and without further obligation
we both continued on our way
together, though in opposite directions
both a little warmer for the moment
Photo by Ron Janoski
Massacre in Market Square
The rain has washed the blood away
That ran through Market Square
Yet never will it be the same
The stench still lingers there
The walks are empty — no one strolls
Or wanders without care
Bright light streaming from the poles
Masks the darkness and despair.
When walking past the brick facade
One senses haunted air
The Oyster House awaits your knock
All who’ve entered remaining there.
Suddenly, the magic begins to subside
And reality crashes through the barrier
I’ve so masterfully maintained
The truth invades my heart and soul
The tears begin to flow
Like a river that has outgrown
The holding power of the mighty dam
I begin to ask “why”
There is no answer. No solution
No quick fix or patch that will stop
The flow of pent up fears and tears
Or this feeling of helplessness
And inability to fix what is broken
I am powerless to heal what needs healing
Unable to fix what needs fixing
Including my own broken heart
I enter the forest daily
To visit my favorite tree
A ritual I keep
Without making a peep
Or disturbing it’s need
To be free.
For I know that with
Or without me
It is destined to be
A magnificent tree!
displayed an attraction
To the thunder that proceeds it
If the flower bed
grew fond of
The perennial that seeds it
If the arch
adored the keystone
That allowed its strength to hold
is love forbidden
Between a fire and the cold?
just a note to thank all who have supported me and left such thoughtful and inspiring comments over the years. At the present time I seem to have lost my need for blogging on a regular basis. I will continue publishing my poetry at http://www.wordcatalystmagazine.com and will hopefully find time for blogging again in the future.
Until then, thanks again and happy blogging! I’ve made some great friends here and you all know where to reach me … please keep in touch and be well!
And I go
and gliding wings
To the land
Off to see
the fragile world
much less alarmed
From the world
with all its
To softly land
where I began
to greet your waiting arms.
Beside a strong and trusted friend
My universe begins and ends.
Take songs from all the robins in the trees
Mix well with summer’s smell of new-mown grass
Combined with soft and sultry springtime breeze
Prepare a potent potion that will last
And as the winter winds begin to blow
Apply the potion lovingly with flair
The days will fly away before you know
And spring, my friend, will suddenly be there.