Sunrise
I have finally awakened
to sun rays streaming through my windows
beaming on my face
warming my brown skin
hot cocoa on a cold night in.
the light replaced the darkness
it cut through the shadows
brightened the blue-black sky to a golden peach
sweet as the juice on a summer day.
Hope is that ball of fire
burning from the heavens
commanding the night to flee
and dreams to be realized.
I look to the sun
and reach high to the cumulus clouds
I listen to the quiet morning
where night terrors are no more
And the day is waiting.
~cdw~
11/26/13
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Say Goodbye to the Air ... a poem
Say Goodbye to the Air
Only one or two more days until
time stands at the station corner – still.
And waits to board that midnight train
leaving Georgia and traveling to North Carolina again.
Until that day, I will patiently sit
and wait for a phone call that I’ll never get –
the call where you bid farewell to me here,
but I know you won’t, so I’ll say goodbye to the air
and hope it finds you there.
~cdw~
February 2009
Only one or two more days until
time stands at the station corner – still.
And waits to board that midnight train
leaving Georgia and traveling to North Carolina again.
Until that day, I will patiently sit
and wait for a phone call that I’ll never get –
the call where you bid farewell to me here,
but I know you won’t, so I’ll say goodbye to the air
and hope it finds you there.
~cdw~
February 2009
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Monday, November 4, 2013
unspeakable joy ... a poem
unspeakable joy
when i can't sit still
and my hands begin to wave
my arms start to flail
and my hands begin to wave
my arms start to flail
my right foot stomps the church floor
that's unspeakable joy
the pounding from the floor
echos the pounding in my chest
I've been standing for an hour
but my legs won't stop shaking
the energy of unspeakable joy
i lift my left hand to the steeple
point my index finger to the heavens
tears blur my vision
leaving streaks on my cheeks
trails of unspeakable joy
when I do lift my voice
it's more like a wail
a cry out to God
a cry out to God
a moaning sacrifice of self
sounds of unspeakable joy
words can't tell it
songs can't sing it
stories can't share it
but you can see it
in the trembling lips
the rosy nose
the stained cheeks
the watery eyes
the watery eyes
the furrowed brow
the sweat-shiny hairline
that's unspeakable joy
11/03/13
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