BTT #80: When you are Queer.

. . When you are queer, It doesn’t matter To anybody one way Or the other Until you are visible, And then suddenly It sometime seems Everybody cares, But not always In a good way. For example, One brother Is always there to listen And share my tears, And the other won’t even Let me …

BTT 71.2: In the music of a quiet morning.

I married my sweet Carly Danyel yesterday. I read this poem at our wedding, so I am reposting it again today. LOVE YOU SWEET CARLY BIRD!!! In the Music of a Quiet Morning . In the music of a quiet morning I am listening to small creatures Singing in the threatened line of trees Hiding …

BTT# 75: Let Go

Let Go . You held me tightly In the morning As breezes Lifted from a Quiet sea. . I counted out The reasons that Circled round And held us there Entwined upon the sand. . I felt them Wrap around me. .                     The memory                                         Of your skin.                                                             The promises                                                                                 I made …

BTT #74: Memory of a park bench on a winter night

Memory of a park bench on a winter night . We may say We seek the light, When in fact it hardly Ever lets us go, Surrounding us in Its patient holds It has us, we children Thinking we feel so Searchingly the need To open, look and see. . But it can Still surprise …

BTT 38.2: How to Unwrap God’s Gifts on Christmas Morning

How to unwrap God’s Gifts on Christmas Morning ∗ Heal wounds. Soak Earth with sunshine. Breathe hope into sorrows And pace the Long and gentle Unwinding of the clocks. Don’t point and counter Or fence the tides of Wild creation into doctrine. Care for each other, Instead of playing endlessly With the box. ∗ ∗∗∗ …

BTT #71: In the Music of a Quiet Morning

In the music of a quiet morning I am listening to small creatures Singing in the threatened line of trees Hiding darkly between Growing rows of houses.                . I could still be asleep As the lullabies spring From the leaves. But I am called into waking, And like these chirping birds And frogs and …

BTT 70: Dear Consequence

Dear Consequence . I. I always thought you were Something to suffer, An improvised device Answering my every Step, both mutable And sure, Inscrutable, And counting down The years and days Together pounding Our little plans To powder Beneath your Watchful gaze. I would feel you Searching out the issue Of my blood, Who never …

BTT #68: A Dream of Passage

A Dream of Passage · Anchored in the Amber light Of waking I can still feel Resting faintly On my cheek The faded tracing Of your caress My once and ever Friend held fast. · I still see you Walking neither With myself Or with my shadow, But with the Mere idea Rounding out Encircling …

BTT #63: Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm

Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm · Walking the dog on the fairway at 9 pm By Lona Gynt, August 2019. . I. I have never Taken up golf. Life has always Been too full Of other things I love to do already For which there Is no time. Like holding you …

BTT #61: This Is Not A Puzzle

  This Is Not A Puzzle Those who hunger, Are filled. Those who are empty, Hunger. Those who love, Empty themselves. Where nothing's lost Nothing must be found. Pride is not pulled down, But freckles in sunlight Of love's voice, The only Truly Possible choice - Posted for dVerse, Quadrille #84, hosted by Mish.  A …