The sun is rising in the sky
To peer o’er roofs of homes nearby
And shine a ray of bright sunlight
To veil the darkness of each night.
The winds of chance are more discreet
As they blow change across the street
And every single breath we breathe
Is one more memory to leave !
So many children do not play
So many dreams have gone astray
While many values have been trashed
Too many idols now are bashed.
We live in times too tough to bear
There seems no kindness left to share
Our world is dying bit by bit
And everyone is part of it.
Dark clouds are gathering above
Obscuring all our acts of love
Hold on, hold on, the die is cast
Let’s welcome the iconoclast !
I hear a sound, I think it’s rain
It pings against my window pane
Each droplet falling one by one
Like staccato echoes everyone
The drip, drip, dripping that I hear
Sounds like a trumpet on my ear
Crescendo rising to its peak
With no one there who dares to speak
The silence of the night is lost
There’s no one left to count the cost !
I’ve spent the morning in the park
And watched the shadows growing dark
Quite soon the rains will shower down
And all the clouds will sport a frown.
The birds above will share a bath
While toads and frogs hop in the path
The rain will seep into the ground
To soak the seeds that it has found.
A simple truth we can’t deny
That we are only passing by
We need the rain to help us see
Our world bathed in complexity !
There is a basket that sits on a shelf nearby
Full of ideas that failed as other hopes did die
It holds the remnants of the life that I desired
When time was young and no special talent required.
There in that simple basket rests a thousand schemes
Amongst the fabric, ribbons, needles, plans and dreams
Pieces of wood, paper, cotton, wishes and bows
All of them part of a past that nobody knows.
The basket is silent, it never had a voice
Like those who filled my life yet never made a choice
Each has their secret cache that only they control
And each at last decides what is their final goal !
How sad am I that I can’t fly
Like Icarus, I can but try
More sad indeed that when I do
I seem a fool to quite a few.
Tis hard to be just one more guy
Who tried and fell out of the sky
I need to find some path that’s new
To reinvent my old virtue !
Oh how I wish that I could be
A riv’let running to the sea
That constant trickles down the drain
The remnants of the night time rain.
A drip, drip, drip upon the wall
Now gathers fast at evenfall
And makes its downward way complete
Runoffs from gully, stream and street.
The volume growing as it flows
Cross valleys, fields and tall hedgerows
Until at last its task is done
And we have breached the river’s run !
There is a world that lives within the magic of my mind
And in this place I know exists the actions that I find
A road that twists along the way and creatures that I meet
Are there to greet this stranger as I travel on their street.
for mom
those dear ones who knew them well
have not the voice for them to tell
and so we here behind locked door
will wait until tis locked no more
til then again with loved ones near
to tell those tales we hold so dear
and so it goes or so it seems
we are the stuff of hopes and dreams
As I waken the words just fill my head
I write them down as fast as they are said
The rhyme is simple and the words ring true
Simply cannot stop till the thought is through.
Don’t know if this process will ever cease
I’ve prayed hard to find a kind of release
To begin my day with another act
Like some worthy cause or related fact.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 