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so often we seek light
where better, grander ideas lay
where a bold Sol grants clarity

still, too, solicit shadowed corners
there, secluded riches await, affixed
mine trauma, release truths, cleanse

light or shadow, when confronted
will whither to your rooted power
bringing luminosity in night, shade in day

photo and poem © 2018 by DC Lessoway

ClehsmqWEAAHL7K.jpg-largeborn in her ninety-seventh year
how I’ve seen her strive, fail, grow
leaders great, lesser, petty
tried their stamp, impress their will
yet she shined though it all
her people, from the spirit of
aboriginal humanity to the
immigrant seeking, hungering
a better, sheltered, certain life
her multi-coloured communities
match her noble, audacious bearing
my heart bursts with love in how
she stands a symbol for a better way
a greater world

brings the tired day to an end
reliable for comfort, placates,
brims the void, gives distance to
old scars, known and unknown
bides time until the next feeding
till at a distance, via a
500/day 46 day regiment does
clarity find my heart, mind
how food, while true sustenance
holds a knife to me, laughing

(See this link for the music:
J.S. Bach – Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major BWV1007‬)

first draw of bow to string, that root note
runs down my spine, seeks my heart, then
I’m lifted, lightened, worldly burdens
fall away, as a craft ever climbing
on a buoyant, rhythmic breeze
seeks the azure above the pall
circling ever higher, with it
intensifying emotions, linking
joy, bliss, jubilant notions with
tears I can not find label for
then, a surprise of August 8, 2008
my Marina, knowing my love for this piece
had a cello player place this as she
came down the isle toward me
imbuing upon my heart, an image
forever linked to this music

poem (c) by DC Lessoway

 

Shadowed Self

 

My shadow seeps along, breaking no lines
This, my stealth, in plain sight
A singular cloud in a parched sky
Fading away, defiant to a willful sun

I watch, reach for the joy as it passes by
Hear the laughter, smiles, giggles of children
Through a mottled and fogged paddock
Watch I can, but participate, no

Poem and photo © 2015 by DC Lessoway

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days and weeks and moments
rushing, continual, perpetual burdens
decisions with consequences
decrees with vexations
crushing, keeling temper
till
this, place
silent but bird song, the obliging zephyr

close the eyes, senses, urges

reset emotional touchstones

regain tranquility, solidarity
of mind, body, soul

© 2015 by DC Lessoway