Lost Hope

birds, wire

I know your language
I sense the hesitation
I brace for the pain

skewed perhaps, though I think not
the time will come soon

sixth sense alerted
and so I keep my guard up
watching and waiting

his interest wanes
interactions grow colder
and he drifts away

I am not a fool
I have seen it all before
I’m still not ready

Photo courtesy of photographer Heather Hanson


Sight Restored

Brief poetic thoughts in haiku on moving grief out of my way so I can see the future without the bias of past hurts.

Eyes slowly adjust
Dimly, a world forms ahead
See what you could have

Light floods my vision
Shield my blinded eyes so bright
Basking in wonder

I grieve the time lost
Comprehending what I’ve missed
Will darkness return?

When I blink my eyes
The world does not disappear
I can see my way



This simple talisman,
made of gold-colored metal and
its curving periphery shaped to
resemble the sun’s licking flames, had
lines delicately engraved to form the
familiar face of this day-star, worshipped instinctively
for the essence of protection it radiates.

Bringing to life
the symbolism latent within its physical form, it was
charged with energy from the fire element
by lighting candles of shining hues,
scattering rosemary and guiding the swirling incense that
carried the request for protection to the sky.

Derived from the solar father,
its power was a reflection of his warm shielding embrace
which imbued the surface of the talisman with the strength of
Saint Michael the Archangel
god of light and protection to ancient peoples,
guardian angel and
a leader of celestial armies,
standing triumphant above satan and his fallen angels,
images of darkness.

This simple talisman,
now manifest with its namesake’s power,
was given with the intent
to protect
that which is most beloved and most vulnerable.
Its physical presence not only meant to shield its receiver
from heavy sadnesses and troubles,
but to provide a tangible reminder of the giver,
whose love burnt too brightly to be near.