Friday, August 19, 2016

threads

let's pull off thread
and hold peace
with a god

focus appears
meaningless in the moment

as Hawk takes rest
coats his eye; once,thrice
he understands
the world turns to his left

he moves right, moves
forward
hunger not present
he notes the wind, the
shift of branch

"rise above" - is all he knows

the weather clears, and
i resume to nest

bkmackenzie
2016


Linked to Poets United. Poetry Panty




Monday, August 8, 2016

colorless rain

if god made
wonder
to paint the true heart
i whisper away and listen not well

and if god made the day
to further his cause
to thrust upon man his limitless wise

then in wisdom i fail, fall
short and repeated
in word and in prayer my stand
in mankind

for i am not free as in
willing
or freedom
but write with such fault
purporting in vain
lost to the world
its maker, its beauty
laughing in awe
of the colorless rain

no i am not free nor my voice
nor my wonder
much less the thoughts breath
i find i am beating
(repeating) i find

no more free i than
the swallow is free of its
wing

bkmackenzie
2016

Linked to the Poetry Panty 

the thought of you

i would like to say
the steps on the ground
lead me straight to you

i would like to say
a morning air crisp, cleared
all thought expect
of you

i would like to say
i call this love
but i have to say
it is not

not fully

i would like to say
i loved the hour
the moment the red rose arrived
the flower
(preferring yellow)

i can not truly say
that you or a red rose
ever took my breath away
and yet i am
certain your love for me is true

and for this
i can say
i love the very thought
of you

bkmackenzie
2016

Saturday, August 6, 2016

here is a day

here is a day
when the sky breathes larger
the lark seems higher

in blue
in a blue that breaks; laughs
at the sun
orb of worship
master of not - the one
who feels
the sear upon seasoned face

here is a day
where feather and cloud circle in dance: free
not grey
in vessel of  heart and
vast its sea

as i trace, and i trace and i
trace
the vision - its light
trace lark and orb and feathered dance
until sky; the day
leaves certain my sight

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2016