Saturday, September 26, 2020

Some Barbed Wire Fences

 

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 127
Hosted this week by the truly amazing poet Chrissa.

I was raised in the country

Where the only steel in twenty miles was

 the tractor

 the plow

 and some hearts

but the truest of cutting

 was never in the field

so my love became a cattle guard

 surrounded by a barbed wire fence

and praying for rain

 turned into wings

strong country fences never stopped a crow

only the cattle and the sheep

yet even when the crow makes it to the city

it’s heart still remembers the country in which it came

and climbing barbed wire fences is always dangerous

whether you are trying to leave or trying to get home.



Monday, September 7, 2020

My Heart is a Roaming Lion

 


Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 124
Come join us!


I feel your embrace in my deepest of dreams
and I realize love is a refuge that cannot be torn down
bullets are feathers that carry no weight
hatchets cannot swing that far
death is a bridge we all must cross
heading north
but love is a compass that points in all directions
back before I knew the ache
of an empty chair at the table
my heart was a roaming lion
and your love was a tree branching out
that kept me safe
I rested upon you full weight
the fear of falling never crossed my mind
my heart had never known the pounding
of hitting the ground so hard
now I roam streets on my own
hunting for places
that no longer stand before me
yet I feel your embrace in my deepest of dreams
and I have come to know
love is a refuge
that cannot be torn down.