Redemption holds onto walls, waiting to be seen
Framed black and white photographs, candids deserving view
Currents of soft velvet, looking ahead, unapologetically I drift
No longer fighting the undertow of yesterday’s invisible mist
reborn
Summer Stumbles into Fall
Summer stumbles into fall
Broken skin bleeds oranges and yellows but not reds
Leaving me confused about the colors of tomorrow
But not disheartened about the path ahead
.
Faith scatters voices to the side
Revealing paved walkways, making way for each step I take
Ever forward, no longer backwards
Erasing footprints behind in my wake
Take Me To The River
Take me to the river
To taste the sound of cold crisp currents
And inhale the clear eye of calm waters resting around the bend
Where rice paper voices lie in wait on the surface
An escape from the hangover of yesterday’s words and deeds
Absorbing the sun’s reflection in calloused palms
Discovering a fleeting embrace from the inside out
Mat Aru Poetry 