Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, May 01, 2020

Starfield

This Moment


3AM anxieties give way to morning sunshine 
and the plaintive mewing of my feline companions.

Friday has dawned amid
challenges,
frustration, 
and fear

Yet,
I am suffused by a touch of grace:
hot soup for breakfast,
a window sill of sprouting lettuce leaves straining toward the light,
and my love, softly snoring in the next room.
I am fueled by and filled with 
Gratitude.


-SRasfeld
050120


Monday, January 11, 2010

Over The Top

Over, under, through
The setting sun chases violet clouds across the twilight sky
Spreading out a blanket of stars
As the Earth prepares for sleep with a sigh

Over, under, through
We roll along canyons of concrete
Encased in our metal and glass carapaces...
Seeking comfort and warmth as darkness blankets the landscape

Sleepwalking and blind,
Oblivious to the hum of night,
We eat
We drink
We sit in digital dreams,
Overcome and under a spell of our own making, through the nocturnal mist.


Saturday, April 18, 2009

.... poetry snippets, snatches, and notions


4-17-09
ALL I WANT IS MY VIOLET KIMONO

Wrap me in a violet silk kimono backed with
my deep blood-orange-red creativity chop coiling
‘round my spine, feeding me
steady energetic streams of light. Today
I am a warrior.


ALL I WANT IS THE BLUE HOUSE

A breath catches in my throat
when I see you are available--your blue
shingles, white trim and open windows beckon me, call
to my soul to fill you with
people
and
art
and creative energy. Be
Mine! Be real in my life, manifest
materially in my life now. I
see the paintings on your walls, feel
the candle light warmth and hear
laughter spilling from your open door on a summer night. I gaze out the attic window to the ocean on a blustery
winter's morning--
happily planning our next celebration.

4-16-09
PURPLE

purple passion
keep me sane in a black and white world
a flash of luxury amid mundane chores

jacaranda trees drop your lilac petals
trickle down and fill my heart
keep me awash in art

violet night enfold me in warm darkness
keep me cloaked in deepest velvet

As we sleepwalk through the charcoal landscape
keep one eye open on the bruised horizon