Where it Stops

November 30, 2010 at 8:36 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

Sun up and sun down

Round and round we go

We know we’ll stop, but where?

Who knows?

Talk of fire and ice pervades the air

The preachers yell fire and the people fall down

The scientists say ice and the people bow down

Me? I’m indecisive.

But I say: Why not both?

As the Earth stops turning and the icicles form –

The people cry mercy from the fires in Hell.

So, death and destruction

The same old bit

Nothing new under the sun

Dust to dust to light –

Or flames.

Ashes to ashes

They all fall down –

Down, down.

So, fire and ice

The same old poem

He goes up, she goes down

The world turns – until you stop

Where?

You’ll know.

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What Love Is

April 15, 2010 at 9:11 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , )

You cannot tell me what love is,

I already know.

It is talking and trusting.

It is helping and healing.

It is listening and

Leaping.

Taking a leap of faith.

Love maybe patient and kind,

but it is honest and hard-hitting.

I know what love is.

So let me tell you

What we both already know.

***I did write this with a specific person in mind, but as I read over it again and again I keep thinking that maybe my hand wrote something different than what my mind wanted. Maybe my heart took over for a little while, if that’s even possible.

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