Reflections of Terror and Beauty

Tag: Poetry

  • Tired Bed

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    by

    Janae
    in

    Morning light grows to sound,  peppered feet on the ground—  your brothers,  quickly gathered around.  A triumphant thump;  crowded in bed,  good-morning-bumps  eclipsing her head.  The tangle of laughter,  this music of four—  Our ever after;  this is the core.  “What are we doing today?”  he asks in his way,  words I hear coming  before he can say.  Cooking is certain:  laundry and dishes—  but truly, we dwell  in my deepest of wishes:  These three…

  • Suttle Lake; a poem

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    by

    Janae
    in

    Four footprints chasing lake’s rim  . You and me – strolling along but not quite in stride . My quicker cadence of little feet and dusty knees . Our footprints together as if we were home . You and me – strolling along but not quite in stride . My cadence steadied, my steps now…

  • Shades of Green; a poem

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    by

    Janae
    in

    Have you noticed  all the shades of green?  . “Look there,” she would say to make green become more than one color  . Great pines above,  laced ferns below  . Look  and feel her smile  . Do you see the shades  of green?  . To live in a place bursting with life . The small…

  • Red; a poem

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    by

    Janae
    in

    I hear red. Vacant words tunneling deep. . I tast red. Sour truths lingering still. . I see red. Piercing cuts remaining raw. . Remember red. Flogs unjust a silent sky. . Remember red. Freely spilled the crux of life. . Remember red. Once for all sting left behind. In him we have redemption through…

  • tear stained faces; a poem

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    by

    Janae
    in

    There is a mark of life -rooted green- grown in perfect presence . Our tears will soon be gone . That defying choice -dividing flames to death- this is not our end . Our tears will soon be gone . A mark of grace -innocence on a tree- forever paid our redemption . Our tears…

  • Beauty and Terror; a poem

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    by

    Janae
    in

    Beauty and Terror   All that is can error That which captivates most May bring terror   Wood wrapped in incandescent flames Reminiscent of Your Father’s name   Removed from willful refrain Yellow may devour Energy unrestrained   Fire, you’re beauty and terror   All that is can error That which captivates most May bring…