The laughter of leaves
whisper testament
over cool caverns,
ancient moss
the absurdity of clocks
dashed upon rocks
while they dance,
backlit with sunglow,
at the true speed
of life
daring us to defy
the timeless tapestry
in which all are woven
Do stones large and small
not rustle
like leaves
in the eye of the mountain?
and is the leaf not as solid
as stone, to the aphid?
And what lives between
two lover-friends?
It is no brief candle
measured with ticks
on numbered dials
It moves not with the flash
of a single spark
Nor with the slow glow
of dawn
In gentle illumination
it is a soft gentle kiss
drifting on mist,
and it moves
at the speed of love,
with the rhythm of life

Copyright © 2016 K. Rush

The piercing pain we sometimes feel
Cannot be expressed  
We cannot be as strong as some
We're not at our best
Our tongue is caught
And numb in thought
Our heart breaks in our chest
We seem to be on our last nerve
As you may have guessed
We feel distant and withdrawn
In need of peace & rest.

Please forgive my isolation
I can't seem to change the station
It doesn't take imagination
To understand loss of close relation

Please help me out, my friends, today
Send good thoughts, take time to pray
My father's world is going gray

He has no will to take or give
Has a memory like a sieve

He has lost the will to live

What I do now to bring back joy
This is the tack I will employ
I'll take him back to when he was a boy

Rather than writing a long book
I write a poem so he can look
As it evolves, it'll be my hook!

But I have to get out of my funk...

This idea's a slam dunk!


♡ Catherine