A poetic licence to experiment
To know that you are near.
At times I think-I do not know
When flowers in my garden grow
They bloom when I am low
Is it to do with nature’s spirit
Graceful-elegant-standing tall
That claret rose will call
Or through life’s thistles-
in your warm embrace
you wrap me
For a moment bring me cheer
A smile-happy tear
A comfort just to know you’re near.
Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )
[ For no one special but for everyone ]
Wake not-for now in your slumber deep
Rest-reap rewards you have gathered
Rewind-relax-retire into eternal peace
Guide us through our troubled times
Of love-loss-pangs of life’s emotions
Although we may drift away momentarily
Know that deep within our hearts
You will always-always be our guide.
Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )
Angels on high
History hidden within its walls
Faded leather kneelers
A rosary beads, missal
Signs of prayer.
Framed stained glass windows
Rays of hope in morning’s light
Angels on high, special
to those who worshipped there.
In the gallery an organ now silent
The wedding march as grooms fidgeted
Nervously awaiting their bride
Memories of a festive past.
Sign of the cross, bowed foreheads Incense lingering in the air
Coffin ornate golden handles
History etched in a church graveyard.
The alter rails where we as children
Knelt nervously at our first communion.
“Father forgive me for I have sinned”
The confessional, fear the fires of hell.
An angelus bell rings forlorn
A priest on an alter high
Awaits a congregation
That passes by.
Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )
This was held in The Roscommon Arts Centre curated by Louise G Cole a published Roscommon poet. Included are some of my poems.
As I upon your image trace
Appears a void
within that space
A scent that I remember well
Oh what tales to tell.
That smile.
My heart skips a beat.
As we held hands.
In our bare feet
We skipped along the water’s edge
Footprints in the sand.
Like when in Babylon
Walls came tumbling down
Memories come racing back
Now you in silence sound.
As I upon your image trace
Those eyes still sparkling bright
My fingers tremble as I touch
Your soft sweet scent. caress.
Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )
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