pigtails and freckles
playing in the rain
creating a world beyond
in the world
gathering flowers
for soup and pine cones
for bread and
planning nothing
present to the threshold
of water and light
of darkness and breath
of alone and communion
seeing
really seeing the boy
who lives across
the way in a ramshackle home
noticing beautiful skin
a smooth cocoa
noticing all the colors
are across the way
not here or there
but in the disheveled
and disturbed and
distressed across the way
dropping the soup
and bread and
screaming unfair
flailing fists at ghosts
picking up a rod
and a staff and
striding into
the blaze
marvelous images Terri, playing in the rain, gathering flowers, really seeing – and then striding into the blaze – thanks for this beautiful offering to the Poetry Party.
Beautiful Terri, love the pictures it evokes
Fine work. Love the flailing fists at ghosts. I do that!!! LOL!
Well done. Happy Potluck.
You have portrayed beautiful pictures…Happy potluck..
Happy New year.