rocks and hard places

PART ONE:

Rocks and hard places
we sit between waiting
and waiting on, serving-- hard to watch

Please others or repair
the caves we've created
protecting preservation wall -- hard call

Please be with me for this time--sturdy rock
Do what you need veils desires of
be my companion, be my lover – hard change
A bachelor yet but not a short-term affair.

the rocks we serve are hard forged
by the hell fires of their own doing--
cracking under the least of pressures

the rocks we are, without intention become cracked,
crumbling into seas of liquefied dreams of constancy
to feel other than stuck between
rocks and hard places

PART TWO:

For a moment all to brief a sweet moment of contentment-
not torn, not scared, not hidden hearts delight

For a moment- beyond the space between the rocks and hard places
repairing, rebuilding, regaining stability, constancy, and calm

Every other moment shattered with the fears, tears and raging of the rocks we serve—as I write—two words, rage, two lines-crack, crack, two parts, bellows of fear fuel a growing fire—

I can’t find the space clear enough to work under these conditions
I can’t find the quite that won’t lure me into sleep for I am exhausted except for the moments when I melt into you—then I feel alive and content and least like a rock and most like a girl—least I forget that I am.

shoulders two

shoulder to shoulder
we can step over, through and around
all things that would slow us down
hand in hand we still have a pair left
to shape our worlds with joy.

thought poem with no articles

Two days of waiting for the guillotine ….let’s be done with it.
(thought poem with no articles)

Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock
Mouse sits upon clock waiting for 1:00 PM
Watching pendulum cut through air as guillotine severs life from breath.
Clock struck 1:00 change, tock,
tomorrow 4:30 PM, tick
and away he run hickory dick-doc

Two days and two minutes--life changes…yet again
367 days and two minutes of tic, change, tock, change,
tic-change, change-tock
Tick, tock ,Tick ,tock, Tick, tock. what
am I but temporal clock!
by God’s grace--I AM
Change, Tick, tock , change, Tick ,tock, change, Tick, tock,
waiting at guillotine
for next hickory-dick to sever my life’s routine.

CHRYST 2002-2004
The GHA story with shades of GAM
Revised 4/9/06
Revised 9/15/07
Revised 3/24/09

© CFCHRYST, INC

March Madness: Walking the park

Colors collide
Blend and vibrate in ice and snow and
The yellowing of the willow

October skies fill March air
colors of fall are mulched
by blades of grass and crocus piercing the
Frozen layer of the last years

March is mad
with color,
Blood red twigs
Lime green mosses
Burnt umber river bottom freed from its
Crystalline crust of grey blue ice
Frost, rhyme, micro glaciers linger
In the deep shadows of winter.

And it is April—

In memoria of winter