Sunday, March 19, 2017

Emptiness into Shadow

Fast moving clouds
leave light
shifting shapes
on bare bedroom walls
turning emptiness into shadow
and back again

What is grief?
I could give an answer
of what I thought it was
of what you’d expect it to be
How do you describe
the intangible  
when words you thought you knew
are now simply letters arranged
on blank pages

When light disappears
for too long at once
the vast space
seems to swallow me whole
and my breath
needs reminding
of its natural steady pattern
coaxed in
sweet-talked out

But clouds keep shifting
and light continues to find
its peculiar way through

Monday, March 6, 2017

Oklahoma Wind

That Oklahoma wind came to visit me today
-strong invisible power-  
I sat and watched as it guided 
tall grasses and young trees
I sat and watched as it helped them discover
their own unique ways 
to bend and bow

I felt that Oklahoma wind
as it kissed my cheeks,
and ran gentle fingers through my hair
and I knew she was here
singing sweetly,
‘Amelia Claire, I love your hair’

Eyes closed, that Oklahoma wind 
swept me back home
and my tears became
film projections 
of near forgotten memories
when white eyelet lace curtains
danced between open windows,
and cornflower blue bedroom walls

And so I sat and watched,
entranced 
as she sang to me
soft and steady,

drawing fingers through my hair