Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Poetry Corner March 2011
By Dennis S. Martin
Wistful, waxing rainbow rider
Chasing after stormy weather
Wrangling the hope that follows,
Kissing every childhood dream.
Saddled upon colored horses,
Rising from a distant land
From horizon to horizon
Spreading joy to every corner.
Leaping color upon color
Sweet magenta fades to blue
In disappearing majesty
To find the hue of sunlight’s glow.
Sweet, the arc of your bright bow
Quickly fades from mortal view.
Happiness is in your mount
Touching hearts in your brief time.
Until Tomorrow is Today
By Dennis S Martin
Each reality of today
Was someone’s dream of yesterday.
A feathered angel lost in sleep.
Stealth shadows from another world
That slowly seep into the mind
And brighten with the daylight’s touch
Until tomorrow is today
And we can see her rosy cheeks,
Feel her warming gentle touch,
Hold the hope that she inspires
And taste the nectar
In her kiss.
I Dreamed an Angel
By Dennis S Martin
Some have reservations
Having never touched or even seen
And wouldn’t even recognize
The haunting brilliance
Dancing in her eyes.
But I believe,
The sweet soft features in her face
As she appears,
Consoles my fears
And disappears without a trace.
Whose Dream Is This?
by Dennis S. Martin
I won’t hear of world unrest today,
Even though I know that it exists.
Can’t let anger penetrate
The wall that I have built,
Nothing to disturb this restful bliss.
I’ll be turning off the evening news before it starts.
Nothing there but torment and unrest.
Nothing of the goodness
And the healing that I crave,
Puts my patient nurturing to test.
Don’t think for a moment I am callous,
Hardened and unfeeling to the plight.
Quite contrary. I have hope for all humanity.
I just don’t want to think of it
Or dwell on it tonight.
Give me just one moment of good graces.
Give me peace to close a hectic day.
Let serenity flood every corner of my mind.
Whose dream is this anyway?
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