by jeanne rené
the sun rose
rivers fell into the oceans
oceans fed the heavens
and on our day
before this day . . .
Her
Times tossed out of rhyme
Sight defined ~
The blitz around the corner,
Upright pedal rush.
Speed bump curb into the driveway
Wheels dumped in crash abandon
Five-steps in a two-step sprint to the front door.
Vibrations radiate~
The marathon up the stairs,
Jumbled sensations of enthusiasm.
Baying forever feedback,
Manic
mad
unmelodious beat.
Cold stepping out
From refrigerator door open,
Banging.
Winged kiss on the cheek,
Spoiled
Devil-eyed wink
"Hi mom."
Time
Passages
Life
Toss of the dice
Visions undermined~
The cold shuffling down
The body torn.
Life pools a red halo
Conquering the weightless dust .
"I’m cold. . . so cold . . ."
Winged kiss on the wind
I love you, mom.
I love you, mom,
Carried home.
Spoils of war
In her womb.
She shakes . . . dreams tossed
Out of time. Out of life.
A hand wakes her sleep.
". . . It's time to go."
and with
this day new
rivers fall into the oceans
oceans feed the heavens
and the sun will set . . . .
the sun rises
the sun sets
Our sons die
Daughters die
With our rising.
Copyright jeanne rené
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To Give
They give their lives at nineteen . . . twenty.
Give their lives in years which do not hold the measure of evolution,
Lives that fly the course of intimacy with a definitive breath.
They give
years whose run will no longer chase a callow heart,
till that heart finds again a promised path.
To have
none but these unpolished days.
Faithful silence,
hold time before their sealed lids,
the measure of what road laid ahead before this hour.
arms wrap around
a chest pounds
trickle of water over lips
High sun blinds as he’s tossed into the air.
Wiggling,
laughing too loud
he lands in his father’s hands.
One more time Daddy. . . One more time.
sands sift through fingers
Give
Your tears.
Give
A prayer of evolution.
copyright jeanne rené
