SPRKS IN CSF: Remembering...

SPRKS IN CSF: Remembering...: To remember, is to stop for a moment , to not forget.... The starlings take flight , at dusk, honor those dead, They lay wreath at the setti...

Remembering...

To remember, is to stop for a moment , to not forget....

The starlings take flight , at dusk, honor those dead,

They lay wreath at the setting sun, their wings carry our prayers 

Grief lies before us, in cruelties before my time... 

When tears  dried before they ever could flow ,

Bewildered souls tried to make sense of days, of life...

I try to , but fail to grasp , of the cold hearts , of  mans stone souls;

Of what was , of Sho'ah, of  sorrow that  can't be held , a sorrow  so deep...

My prayers , that's all I have ,  in my heart...

(-poem  by PC3 dated 01/27/2021)

   

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day: Dawn  has kissed the sky , pink over the trees blushes the day, An owl hoots  and another replies , Nightly lovers  at dawn leave their perc...

The Day

Dawn  has kissed the sky , pink over the trees blushes the day,

An owl hoots  and another replies ,

Nightly lovers  at dawn leave their perch ,

Their wings brush the air, caress the south wind ,

Hope, of warmth and  hope itself- is destined

Today the sun dances, branches shiver briefly ; 

Theirs a hope for the spring , the warmth;

My heart aflutter  to promises of  the day , and  our tomorrows

Birdsong - prayers to hope , perchance  signal to our love aflame ,

On walks ,ours a gladness, joy  in opened hearts  ,

Hikes,  a prayer to the universe ,soon to kiss, masks set down , 

Shared love  has  quietly grown, blessings set by the universe, 

Our destiny , entwined in the stars, 

The days await for love and hope , it quietly beckons ...

 by pc-3(01/17/20)