Clarity

This post is for this week's GBE2 topic: Clarity

A drop of love

And just like that

My heart has vision

Soul to soul contact

I accepted like charity

now the world is wide open

And I see it all with clarity

All these years I looked

But it wasn’t until my eyes closed tired

That seeing felt so new

And I was glad

 when they opened up to you

My rage

 has become distant

Since I’ve moved closer to love

Your hand scribbled poetry on my page

suddenly my heart no longer

 knows how to act its age

I’m looking at the sky

Like it has never been so blue

I’m seeing a cloud

Like a pillow that comforts two

I was searching for hope

when I tripped over you

and it has never

 felt so good to fall

When heaven doesn’t answer

I’ll sit quiet and wait for your call

~Trish

Stained Hands

I can not touch a poem

And not have it smeared on my heart

Like a leaky pen stains the hands

 embracing its power

And like the poor one, thin and

yearning for a cure to all he craves--

in the dark alleys, his ways lost,

paying each price

a temporary relief would cost.

relief from the cracks
 that left his life broken

and not just his back

This

 if nothing else

perhaps not a permanent cure

but a little glimmer of an

unknown distant star to lure…

night away from darkness.

There’s just something about

How it all comes together

That makes me hope

All lives would do the same

Replacing cocooned curses

With butterflied verses

Making sense to my senses

And lifting me alive

How a heart and a little ink

Can make a soul thrive

and become

 infinitely free

I can not touch a poem

Without it touching me.

~Trish

Distant Eyes

Deceived by what resembled love

As it snuck into your world

to steal an open kiss

And left as you crawled away

Silent and rhythmless

You called it

 a blessing in disguise

To hide the resentment

 in your distant eyes

and gave a far away smile

as you stood on

your deserted isle

and said it would be okay

as many times as it took

until you believed it

Though the repetition

couldn’t seem to make it true

your heart in search of a rainbow

but a gray world has no hue

As heaven cleansed the earth,

on a tree’s leafless, fallen limb

 you sat, contemplating your worth

beneath the open sky, exposed

 and hoped that it would cleanse you too

all the while wishing for the power

 to bring all the hopeful somedays back to you

Maybe they’re in the distant mountains

which hold the faint echoes of laughter

that once upon a time were so loud

Maybe they’re in the

guts of all of those so proud

and the teasing sunsets each night

The cliff would reach to kiss

Or are they in the lost loves

That I promise I don’t miss?

~Trish