Loss.
All the emptiness
like blank paper.
I fill blank paper
with all I have left.
copyright 2013 David Elsey
Thursday, June 6, 2013
SHARING
We all share poverty:
winos sleeping on concrete,
children with weekend fathers.
But the sun strolls over the horizon
and steam lifts off the frost
floats high and mingles
with the blue flower of sky.
The sun is a pulsing heart
offering the earth life.
To wake to bright sunlight
and open a window to the weather
is a gift.
That gift remains
as the sun stays put,
while we on the ground
turn away again and again.
copyright 2013 David Elsey
winos sleeping on concrete,
children with weekend fathers.
But the sun strolls over the horizon
and steam lifts off the frost
floats high and mingles
with the blue flower of sky.
The sun is a pulsing heart
offering the earth life.
To wake to bright sunlight
and open a window to the weather
is a gift.
That gift remains
as the sun stays put,
while we on the ground
turn away again and again.
copyright 2013 David Elsey
Friday, May 31, 2013
WINTER EVENING
Hope flys like a sparrow
and darkens as the sky darkens
with the promise of death each night
migrating with the season.
Copyright 2013 David Elsey
and darkens as the sky darkens
with the promise of death each night
migrating with the season.
Copyright 2013 David Elsey
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