June, 2014

Written on the wind

POSTED IN Stories June 29, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written on the wind

Written on the wind the words came one day,
shivering, and tired, and confused.
Lost was their meaning, wand’ring all the way.
They fell on my lips deadly mused.

I’ve buried them kindly in my mind’s willing ear,
and I opened forgotten locked thoughts.
As a flame lights a shadow and the truth ends the fear,
I was hearing the connected dots.

They were telling a story that came from beyond,
from my people that wanted me free.
All their dying words were for me a blood bond,
a life breath, a life scent, a life plea.

So I’ve listened to the wind, that told me:”It’s time,
time for you to go and forget.
You belong to the rainbow, to the stars’ dust and chime,
to a world without fear and regret.

You shall fly once again to a land that’s unknown,
you shall open your heart yet again.
You shall love those new people and call them your own”.

Then I kissed the words with no pain.

 

Maria Magdalena Biela

The joy of child care

POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 5, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The joy of child care

You rush at me this morn with open arms.
I gladly scoop you up and hold you close.
A heady mix of soap and fragrant talc;
A hint of milk and jam and buttered toast.

Your lips begin to tremble; Mum departs. 
Another friend arrives, I crouch down low.
Transform into a tiger’s snarling jaws.
I watch your face; a smile begins to grow.

You stumble on the mat upon the floor.
Tears spill quickly from your full moon eyes.
Such trifling troubles yet for one so brave;
A magic kiss brings sunny cloudless skies.

You look upon the world with simple joy.
There’s no pretence; nothing you must hide.
Another day of freedom to explore;
To seek, to find, to know, to be a child.

 

Amanda Edwards