Dust

What should I do with the watered dust?

Soak its colour

Smell the rust

Such unforgiving powder.

So I scatter

While eyes look on

To a heart that matters

Pages under rain.

But in the time that is left

I do not remember

The taste I once kept

Paid in milk and honey.

I will cherish the light

Touch the rough splinters

Hammer nails with might

Into the cross of answers.

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Written for Poets United

October

The sky had a returning chill

It danced autumn’s desire

Stretched taut over the trees

On the October canopy.

Giant visions of immortality

Thundered rugged into darkness

An overlay of black cloud

Crept careful towards tomorrow

Into light’s remaining prism.

A flash of lightening

Fearful thunder

Rain and wind

Visitation of fear.

On such a day

I saw your grief and pain

Unassailable sadness

The emotions in the air that day

Soul’s estate.

A vision of tomorrow

Birthed in a sleepless night

Of rugged truths,

An eternal chasm,

A portrait of power

In a living psalm.

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Written for Poetry Jam

Just Past The Center

The cold air

Swirls like cotton

Rain drops

Slowly to the ground

Threads of colour

Dance down the creases

Of black umbrellas.

The Vicar’s words

Shatter hushed silence

And curiosity rises

A quiet fascination

Held in spun sound

Hushed words of life

Spilled in sorrows ground.

A disturbing thought

Slips into my mind

Perhaps the grief

Mingles with time and age

Just past the center

Close to midnight

Is buried together

On the stroke of hope

Beams of light

Lift darkened tears

With the colour of life

That spins its threaded chart
I treasure the promise

Around my trembling heart.

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Written for Poets United and Theme Thursday

War

I never understood

When the darkness came

That I could live

Without blindness

That the more I saw

I could accept the peace

Which passes understanding.

The world got darker

Without light

Shadows of evil

Of souls oblivion

And binding.

How did I let this happen?

Was I not ready for the battle?

Was I not aware of you?

Perhaps I was blind,

Closed my eyes,

To your light

And kindness.

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Written for Poetry Jam

Crimson Flame

Crimson flame alight

Gentle glow loves emerald sea

Grace within my heart

The Lost Coin

She searched

By candle light

Stretched out her heart

And hoped

Relentlessly

In every place

In every nook and cranny

Until she found it

And she knew, that in her hands

Was the answer.

So gently, she held unto the lost coin

Tightly,

She lovingly, kept it safe,

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Written for Poetry Jam

Crimson Tree

I love to boast

In the cross that saved me

That purchased my ransom

That paid the price

And in his suffering

There on the crimson tree

Everything that I enjoy

Was freely given to me

I died with Christ

It was my corpse

Raised as a new creation

Raised into new life

It was all obtained at the cross

He took what I deserved

Now awaken to the truth

Alive to all his grace.

Rust Never Sleeps

A gift hidden from sight

Am present for this moment to connect

For the day which passes into night

For each touch reaches sadness

The power to heal

And bring love and acceptance.

For within its burnt sapphire realm

Rust slowly moves

And captures the forgotten dreams

Perhaps this occasion to meet

Thought and prayer

Expressed in hope

For rust never sleeps in our hearts.

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Written for Poetry Jam

* Inspired by Neil Young's album - Rust Never Sleeps.