Sunday, October 31, 2021

Backer Rod

Backer Rod

As I look at the crack
in the 100 year old concrete
thinking, there's a place 
for backer rod and caulk

Then I ponder 
the cracks in my soul
somehow backer rod won't work
it doesn't go deep enough

The depth of fracture clear
I'm in need of a kintusugi
where I'm welded back together
with gold, silver, and platinum
 
Where I become the art
to the Master Artisan's craft
restored and priceless
redeemed

Poem 21-304y @highplainspoet on ig
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What is kintusugi? Go to  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kintsugi
learn a little more.

Saturday, October 30, 2021

On Poetry

 On Poetry


Poetry moves the heart 
reminding me of 
the reality, that beauty
is
art.
 
Poetry, or is it beauty? 
They weave tightly together 
and draw my soul 
like a moth to the flame, 
soothing the pain 
in the space created, 
that's too big for words. 
My heart and soul 
are naturally drawn to beauty.
Reminding me 
I am created 
in His image,
beautiful. 
And in this fallen world…
 
He takes in all of me 
-- the broken, damaged, abused, and abuser parts -- 
and restores me again and again in beauty.

He doesn't see as I see. 
He sees beauty in broken people, in me, 
who He loves to:
re-create...
re-store...
re-story...
re-turn...
to His original intent

...(wait for it)...

And His beautiful love, my friend....
That is,… poetry!!!


Poem 21-301A

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

To My Coworkers

To My Coworker

I see you…

I see you carrying that burden
shoulders hunkered
beneath the weight
of vaccine mandates

I see you…

Now wondering,
will I violate my conscious
and prostitute my beliefs
because I need a job

I see you…

I see you on the precipice
in weighing the consequence
between conscious and responsibility
all the while your will being broken

I see you…

I see you slowly dying inside
expected to work with soul bent
grieving a time that will be no more
when we treated each others choices
without threat to livelihood

I see you…

I see you wanting
to just live your life
being left alone
pondering if you will ever
sleep in peace again

I see you…

I see you carrying it home
the contention in your home
spouses not on the same page
rift that splits between the sheets
the mandate weaseled it's way like that seductress

I see you…

I see you coming back in the next day
bent a little more
tipsier than the day before
weariness rooted in your eyes

I see you…

I see you and
I offer you my ear
to offload your burden
if only for a moment

I see you…

I see you and
I'm walking
down the same path
waiting to hear

I see you…

21-291Z
#highplainspoet

Saturday, October 16, 2021

Chasing

Chasing

What I thought was love
was really me chasing God
in a way that didn't bring life
only led to me performing for Him

And…
that is no way to live

Love is a mutual chasing
where we run and play
moment of intimate embrace

Then…
playful glint in the eyes

As we start the chase
that flips from time to time
in pivots and sharp turns
until we tumble into one another

Poem 21-277A 
#highplainspoet #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife 
#play #joy

Thursday, October 7, 2021

Crossroads

Crossroads

One of those hot humid Illinois summer evenings
where fireflies blink like my synapses firing
putting dormant memories in a new context
while I feel the humid breeze and hear the corn grow

Places that creaks like that old wooden screen door,
the slow draw on the spring that groans in the stretch
until it lets go and the wooden slam
another Truth breaks free onto the front porch

I sit with him, Truth, on the porch swing,
we rock back and forth stirring up memories
like those cheap snow globes, one of those souvenirs,
in hopes of bringing back the emotions of the past

Reconsidering judgments made that smothered
all relationship, a saboteur of myself
without realizing what I was doing…
now I stand with Truth in the crossroads

Poem 21-200B
#highplainspoet
#westernnebraskathoughtsandlife