Quarantined Love

Quarantined Love

Cardboard spool

of empty toilet paper roll

where love quarantined

no more squares to give

Now forced together 24/7

warmth not shared between the sheets

unkempt bed mirrors lonely hearts

pain of love grown cold

Empty shelves

greedy impulses hoard

what love remains

packed neatly in dark cupboards

Blow gently upon cold ashes

embers still to nurse

tenderly fuel what's left

rebuild what's been neglected

Each breath whispers memories

of what we still have

stoke the fire with explosive tinder

add the dead bramble

Stroke her cheek

caress the tears

of what was lost

and now is found

Once again tangle

roots and limbs

embrace forgiveness

begin again

In season of quarantined love

connection grafted together

touching most

tender parts

Poem 20-123U

#highplainspoet, #westernebraskathougtsandlife, love, walls, distance, connection, relationship, healing, hope, restoration, forgiveness

Invitation

An invitation from Father

All the meticulous notes

filter everything

build a case

page upon page

Generations worth of files

binds the sins

one generation to the next

crushing weight

Truth if want free

surrender the file

drop the case

burn them

Scoop the ashes

into an urn

as an offering

holy and pleasing

Placed at the foot of cross

Poem 19-327Z

#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskathougthsandlife, forgiveness, freedom, spiritual, peace

Hope Whispers

hope whispers

     in the rustle of limbs

leaves

     lackadaisically float

memories

       dried leaves devoid of color

seasons of marriage as walk on what once was

      now dead

hope whispers

     in the sliver of moon

wondering

       if I am crazy in what I see

beauty

       for me found in ordinary places

that

       others walk by

hope whispers

     softly of restoration of brokenness

where forgiveness

     flows and mercy embraces

undeserved love

     expressed in spite of the pain

remembering

       the good times we have had

19-298y

#highplainspoet

Restoration

Restoration (18-208A)

Trust evident in

almond brown eyes

Words now

tenderly spoken

Forgiveness's fruit

fully accepted

Internally solid

externally soft

Vulnerably known

intimacy explored

Worth valued

truly seen

Letting Go

Letting Go

In the corner

of the mind

Where younger

self hides

Time to come

out in the light

A victim

no more

Times and seasons

change ushering in

Healing and redemption

as forgiveness flows

Time to mend

So far in the past

No longer who I was

They no longer who they were

Safe in the now

adult self can

Nurture broken young self

where loving kindness changes everything

Just one touch

shattered the child

A suddenly of God

with one touch all is changed

Put away the suffering

reliving the trauma

Winter to Spring

new life emerges in soul

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-202C)

Love's Dance of Union

Love's Dance of Union 

                  -i-

Love's dance of union

Ask for this

Settle for that

Invite again

                  -ii-

Love's dance of union

Pursuit and pleasure

Claimed and known

Learning to dance

                  -iii-

Love's dance of union

Stepping on each other's toes

Stumbles and tumbles

Beginners practicing this dance

                  -iv-

Love's dance of union

Trusting and letting go

Embracing rhythms flow

Dancers transform ever so slow

                  -v-

Love's dance of union

Know the steps now mix them up

Impromptu coreography 

Presents new show

                  -vi-

Love's dance of union

Delight of passion

Expressed in footwork and spins

Love covers past sins

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-108C)

Reconcile This

        Reconcile This 

Harsh words spoken
Attachments broken
Hiding the pain
Heart's bane
Love's risk
Reconciles this

For an allpoetry poetry contest

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-328C)

No More Fury

           No More Fury

Sins burnt up
In the fiery hell
Purified

Where sin once resided
Memories released in smoke
Holy ashes remain

Dark smoke released
Flame licking the sky
No more fuel to feed

Smoldering days
Glowing coals at night
No more fury to ignite

Cleared of the pain
Free of debris
New foundations lay

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-299C)