Posted in Frozen Moments

Frozen Moment #17

The greatest gift you give to me

To be myself, and let me see

The real you, intentionally

Unhidden truths, foam to sea.

©Ruth P. 2018

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Posted in The Wandering Mind

Frozen Moment #16

Loss is always incomprehensible,
Unfathomable even to the sufferer,
Born with Grief and Emptiness,
These unmerciful triplets
Strike true for a swift defeat.

©Ruth P. 2018

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Posted in Being True, In Dedication...

In Fond Memory…

In dedication to the fond memory of a professor who, in the short time that I knew him, gave me the most honest encouragement I have ever received.

May his soul rest in peace in the lands of the blest. Amen.

I didn’t know him long;

This man of stature,

Of stalwart nature.

My knowledge, yet new,

Is now forever halted,

Even while his memory is exalted,

By those, who best knew him.

Through neither whim nor deliberation,

His mind and manners of higher station,

Enveloped all, who knew him.

Of manner mild, but firm intention,

He gave freely of his treasured lore,

To all, who closely knew him.

In the wake of his passing,

In the midst of our grief,

The good man himself our spirits upkeeps,

Rejoining our memories, bright tinged with gold,

Though many are but a few hours old.

Remember! Remember! search though we can,

No truer account than the life of the man,

Whose impressions are such as cannot be forgot,

Through annals of memories now still more are sought;

So together we gather in memory and strength,

The wisdom of this man to represent,

Though sharp is the shock of his loss from our lives,

It is through us, whom he taught, that he still, yet, survives.

©Ruth P. 2018

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Posted in In Dedication...

Waking with the Sun

I look around and I can see

Stars and shapes and trees and hues

I fell in love and you chased away

All my Monday morning blues.

Waking up to a hot pale sun

No longer feels like a weary chore

Instead, the second that awareness comes

I smile at the thought of the treasure I hoard.

Your soft skin dapples under the shifting light

Enchanting me as it gives you mystique

And I long to see your soft lids rise

To reveal those sleepy brown orbs beneath.

A smile deepens the welcome

That always hovers in your laughter

You reach for my hands and hold me close

With the promise of ever-after.

I have kissed your gentle lips

Our fights have stretched our loving ties

But not a day that comes has passed

Without the sun lighting our love in our eyes.

©Ruth P. 2017

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Posted in The Wandering Mind

Silently Ruminating

Silence – Part I

 

I have considered Silence…

Slowly

Quietly

Gravely

In quiet meditations and crowded places.

Ever before had it seemed an ally;

Now it is a double-edged sword.

Amidst the vast hum of sound

It stands out;

Small as an ornament, yet equally bright,

Catching the eye precisely when

It’s keeper longs for that precious peace,

A moment of solitude,

A gentle lullaby,

A gradual hush,

Silence.

 

Yet amidst the quiet I learned a language new;

Silence in silence speaks

It is not loud in the continual chatter of conscious minds

Uttering phonetically sound symbols in systematic order

A chaotic representation of culture and civilization and history, no.

Silence in silence speaks,

Loud in the emptiness of verbal warfare,

Casting long shadows, deep and unclear

Even under the sun

While it waits to be…

Be interpreted

Be written

Be read

Quite unlike that Rorschach inkblot test, and yet…

So like it.

 

©Ruth P. 2017

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