When The Time Comes
For now, I will stay in the darkened comfort
of my bedroom, shades drawn down like half closed eyes
squeezed against the too bright light.
I will stay here as long as I need to.
When the time comes, perhaps at dusk,
when the light and the world are softer,
I’ll hear a robin’s song and be drawn outside
out into the blue dome of night with golden stars waiting
and see the new moon smile.
for the Bruschinis
Transcendent Tendency/ 3 over 2
As we live ~ and die…
flightless birds
flying anyway
over the liquid land
a finely tuned sky poet
touches sympathetic strings
all held aloft by human invention
in this flying machine
I see the rhyming patterns of land and sea
how the liquid land coalesces
through bodies of water
bodies of people
wind and sand
the three domes
of earth, skull and sky
cranial patterns of earth
as by breathing
the double helix of life arises
***
HB 2014
driving home from the church gig
I come upon the melting moon…
creme brule with a spoonful already eaten…
just for a moment – a pine tree silhouette carves
the moon’s surface and I realize
I’ve never actually seen this sight before,
though I’ve heard the lyric and sung it many times.
but tonight, our love comes home to me,
‘sweet and clear, like moonlight through the pines’
home, yes
almost home…
“Humming Georgia” by Holly Burke from her collection “Looking for Hymn”
I
First Time
isdomDeep breath
dive in
as this new life’s
about to begin
“Oom pah pah, oom pah pah, that’s how it goes… (Photo credit: bobfranklin)
brass quintet pumping away
little kids always in the very middle of the crowd
running, with their arms way up
into the palest blue of blues mountain air
late afternoon sun stretched out
like a big scruffy dog
belly cooling over the bricks
now the band shifts to a gentle oompah
a dalmation watches
his owner pump up his bike tire
in time with the music.
from my collection of poems
“Looking for Hymn”
Holly Burke Music & Poetry 