Diving

(Written for a contest about this picture using a list of twenty words)



Yesterday I went back
to that same beach,
with paint and canvass
I painted a picture
of our love story.
Wading through silver water
waves high on the tide,
seashells, crunching under our barefeet.
Like crystal, they break into tiny pieces
falling into the deep sea.
The beach extends wide,
water reflecting the blue skies.
You tell me,
“Ebb and flow of the tide
Is like our relationship”.
I notice the ripple
of sunny sandcastles
that shine in your brown eyes.
Afraid,
I stroll into the ocean
Diving into the first big wave
I can find.

Mother's Bible

Old, creased and worn,
the page edges torn

stained with tears,

showing much wear

Mother's bible was the heart

and would always be a part

of the prayers that made us a family.

Grandma's Bible

Grandma's bible was leather and worn,
Verses underlined,
her own words written in ink
on some of the pages.
Many prayers had been said,
Many pains expressed
as grandmother found comfort
in her special book.
I wondered how many tears
had fallen on this holy book.
Tears of sorrow, happiness and praise
Offered to God, because of his word.

Poems

Mysteries ignite,
and you come bursting
through the womb of creation.
Miraculous birds sing,
eternal flame proclaims.
magical words crown divine,
Illustrious essence,
creative words cascade
freely from my pen.
Poetry, phenomenon gift received.
Words joined, entwined
celestial strands unfold
with creative angelic wings.

Sweet Firefly

You are gone,
but in my dreams.
I watch you dancing barefoot
across the dewing grass,
with one of grandma's jam jars.
You are catching fireflies.
Your sweet laughter ripples
as you add each golden
bug to the jar.
My laughter joins yours
and I reach out to
hug you.
The dream fades too quickly,
taking my breath away.
The tears come streaming
down my face as I realize
you are still dead.
The morning sun
falls upon the dusty jar
still sitting on a shelf
beside my bed.
Later I will take those jars
and fill them with fireflies.
I will pretend you are dancing
beside me once again
My Sweet Firefly,
Do they have fireflies in heaven?