A Long Journey
Through Many Nights
Poetry by Alice Bournesmouth
Sketches by Bernie Carter
Soft wind that blows
through my mind,
take with you my pain-
that I may start fresh.
Grant me one chance,
to find my way like a cloud
flying in the breeze-
not fighting against it-
in all futility.
Let me breathe just one
clear breath,
think just one clear thought-
and perhaps I will know-
I can be free.
O tall, brave giant,
who protects
the Earth,
why do you mourn so
for others-
and refuse serenity
for a life of
agony?
Dreaming
on a City Sidewalk
Green through stone
doth gleam so bright,
while the cleanest glass
can but enhance the
doom.
Perhaps,
in future years
grass may turn tree
and with its graceful
strength
will break its feeble
tomb.
And the Earth will
emerge,
in her just vengeance
before my eyes,
as I sit
dreaming on a city
sidewalk.
To
a Pigeon
Proud bird, that others scorn,
how does your dignity survive?
How much weight can
even a diamond withstand
before it is crushed
to dust
If you do not soar high;
If you need not kill prey;
and your colors need not
be bright,
you have no right in a world
of beauty
which your eyes
will not behold.
Angels, in disguise,
hiding in a world of evil,
concealed by the masses,
seldom seen alone;
They do their deeds in quiet
and make no note of their
accomplishments.
There is too much more to
be done;
To open the doors of
steel-clasped minds
and let seep beauty into
hearts that have froze.
Angels walk among us;
angels in disguise.
They died lonely martyrs
to a cause oft forgotten
The sun is setting over the mountains.
Autumn breezes remind me of a love
I thought I'd long forgotten
deep in this darkest marsh of my memory.
Beloved in this coven of my sisters,
I hear the autos pass below
my windows...
so high removed...
and I wonder why I feel so alone.
Waves of green grass
seem to spell out
thoughts I could not
write
and feelings I could
not see.
Nature seems to
understand
the language of the
heart.
She eases my mind
with her whispering
breeze
and soothes my
wounds
with her peaceful
grace.
Black is not purple;
but I could love you evermore
in my autumn dreams.
The sun rises,
I smell the sweet aroma
of the lilac bush.
A puppy's soft fur;
Memory of a smile;
freezes this mood of mine.
River flow past
these fields of green.
Bring freshness
through
these hills.
While you have
flowed
for many years,
your waters always
change.
If that is not
eternity,
it is,
at least,
longevity.
Is that your secret;
to stay the same,
yet change everyday?
How slow we are to learn.
O horned one,
how could you take my child
and give him to the priest?
He knew no better
when he prayed for you.
He thought you would but see
him in hell.
He did
not expect to see you at
Fifth and Main,
selling pencils.
Yes,
times are tough,
but we expected you
were doing well.
You are
not in that line
anymore
and when he held
a cross to you
you shrieked with
laughter
not with pain.
God of heroes
god of fools,
cloud not the visions
you reveal to me.
Please let me
understand
the only difference
'twixt the two
is time and
circumstance
which you control
and mortals but
occupy.
The moon is rising...
your laughter fades like raindrops
falling in a stream.
I love you so much...
The weeds bow low in the breeze
and bid me adieu.
Mother
Earth
Sing,
oh spirits
for thine is the life
within
every tree and each fiber
and every person and every
breast
that's ever been.
Care thee
naught
if we should ever
build ye churches
or write books in thy name;
Thy world
is one and ever
shall be
and needs no
blessing from its
wards,
nor is it
frightened by a curse
nor angered by a
vow
to non-extant
fantasies
and delusions of
her young.
Mystic dragon,
take my life;
It is of no use
to me
(nor those I've known).
I've not waged wars,
nor ogres slain,
nor soft words to
maidens spoken.
I've wasted days;
a non-entity;
lost and never known
to be forgotten...
...in the sunshine;
"splendor in the grass"
Beware of snakes,
my friend,
and memories of
yesterday.
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