rainbow baby

Like warm summer rain,
You stole into our lives.
Fragile and trusting,
A delicate bundle into our hands.

Like sunshine on fur tuxes,
You were colour to our lives.
A chase, a pounce, a nap, a stretch,
Such simple pleasures we enjoyed.
Spiritedly free, still choosing dependence,
Awaking a love we'd never known.

Like a grave before a name,
You were too soon.
Our eyes rain, our hearts ache,
Our minds hold to memories left behind ....

I close my eyes and see you,
Eyes smiling, my fingers stroking,
Your voice content as you patiently wait,
On that bridge past time.

for Munchkins

sč
KL, March 27th, 2007

plastic

Perfect.
You stroll by,
A life with no lack.
In smile, object and answer,
We look, envy and wonder.

Slick.
You glide by,
Cool, calm, collected.
Each separate strand in place,
Still something hidden behind your face.

Cold.
You pass by,
Numbed by pain, caged in demands.
Limbs locking, too stiff to stand,
As you lose the feeling in your hands.

Fake.
You stumble by,
In steps, waxing physical.
The laughs around you rise,
While the pulse within slowly dies.

Lifeless.
We wander by,
Your eyes glazed, the change complete.
What a perfect smile, our glances think,
And on and on, the carnival sinks.

sč
KL, March 14th, 2007

a slap on the thigh

I went to the potter,
To see, not just look,
To listen, not just hear,
To understand, not just learn.

A lump, shapeless and small,
No worth, mere brown clay.

Two hands, crossed legs,
A firm grip, a twinkle in his eye,
his arm raised, my eyes wide.

Wham!

Hard on His leg, where thigh is knee,
Blow after blow, clay as club,
No flinch, just me wince.

Why the beating, why so harsh?

Potter shows, my eyes move close,
Brown clay? No, long grains.
All particles, as atoms,
Moving in chaos, for each its own.

Wham!
Grains shift, ends align,
Purpose coming to chaos.

Wham!
All in line, no trace of self,
Clay made soft, now to mould.

I went to the Potter,
And saw my life in brown clay.

Jer. 18: 2-4

sč
KL, 10th March, 2007