Keeping Safe The Miracles of May

nature is always revealing to us the mystery of life and death, faith and fear, the seasons of rest and of abundance. It is up to us to notice, to take heed and to believe.

I am falling
like a crooked smile
slipping downward at the corners
on a tired and painted clown.
Landing against the doorway
of doubt, creaking with invitation.
It is open a crack, this rickety door
waiting to devour dreams
slipping thru on the tears of disbelief.
Hushed and quiet hope
mingles here with despair.
I cannot see the leaves of spring,
the flowering of wild seed
buried under a child’s impatience;
Bare with the hibernation of waiting.
Faith a cornice
of  icicles clinging to the edges
of a house of belief.
Frozen in the winter of  endless waiting,
pendants of translucent change;
 the still and sacred secrets that
keep safe the miracles of May.

Reviews

[poddar kushal]

another piece of a poetry that creats wave of a feeling in mind and goes beyond the lines in it.

[Antonionioni]

Hi there. It has been icicle weather today, I think. Some bittersweet observations here about disappointment, primarily, I think. I could write the book on that - but it wouldn't be published!

[WritefromtheHeart]

I absolutely, unabashedly, LOVE this poem. I won't even try to pick out what I like, because it is all so incredible. I'm with Raven on this one---you ARE a master of imagery!!!

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You are a master of imagery.

[wizthom]

u remind me so much f my own emotions the way i see things around me,,u are truly a gifted writer;
with ur own style a true sign of a poet of our times,thanks for going one step further

[Wordcrafter]

I saw this elsewhere..:) lovely layers, play on words and rhythm too. A rich tapestry.

This is beautiful! I love the way you wrote about seasons and change! The words are like a painting! Great work!

[Toni Prehoda Kahler]

I like old houses---the house images gives place, gives the doubt somewhere to enter and linger, gives the
icicles, "pendants of translucent change" somewhere to hang. "creaking...crack...rickety door", and "Faith a cornice". These all work to support your wider themes of manmade doubt creeping on in vs the nature images of faith buried deep. A sensitive contrast...

I feel something quiet, something wild, and a little bit sad....I love "still and sacred secrets" .

As a gentle nudge, since the house image is already so strong to the reader, perhaps stating it here isn't necessary..... "icicles clinging to the edge of belief" might be all you need." That would rid the lines of so many "of"s right there, too. That's just construction stuff, though. It's a lovely work, gentle, awaiting....