Wondering Woods in Praying Tears of Love’s Poetry
Leaves of pages wondering woods in swaying thought
Writing the winds of moving bark that rides twisting limbs
Wandering trials that tests the spirits resilience wrought
Kneading knees stirred in exertion, where spirits seem so grim.
Shades of depression upon the quill’s vibration, form to extrude
Mind solutions upon characters bearing a souls rhyming reason,
In those core cellulose fibers, within binders pressed rose mood,
Where mortality rides quicksand hourglass into wrinkling seasons.
That we wander the tides of see shores in light wave navigation,
In quick moving changing chapters of dwindling faces of evolution.
Circumspection trails past experience into knowledge accumulation
Of gray matters makeup resting for a final trip - to eternities hibernation.
Torn asunder the thunder of sobs of resigning motions,
One kneels into intertwining fingers locked with emotions.
Searching so deep inside a soul’s core for any resolutions,
Where inside divine faith - there must be a lightning solution.
The tear inside rips one apart into teardrop flooded cheeks,
Where tears outside strips makeup of composite composure.
Fragile pieces lay everywhere like an overflowing flooded creek,
Feeling so alone and isolated - naked in that negative exposure.
The storm will pass like a Katrina hurricane response aftermath,
Where the Saints will bring a miracle that Washington could not.
For willpower is one hell of a motivator bearing thereafter paths
That a billion American tears believed in communal prayers -
That is a lot.
Oh, spring among those sensational feelings of vivid imagery
Sailing currents of mountain flairs in nature’s wilderness treatments,
“Wondering woods” of pristine feelings in therapeutic surgery
Spreading mental wings of expressive heartfelt wonderment.
Where the gravity of our words levitate on cerebral hemispheres
Of gray matter meanings resonating clear in smiling enlightenment
Of a poet’s Uni-Verse illuminating statute inside celestial’s Artmosphere
That in “Praying Tears” of joy, we reach that point in prides fulfillment.
That the HeArt of Poetry are God given gifts of Democracy’s Free Speech,
Where “Love’s Poetry” Freedom of poetic viewpoints change with adjustments,
Where it does not have a master censor that clones Red Chinese Premier opinions,
But writes the Conservative to Liberal wide spectrum in diversity’s acknowledgement.
David Lester Young 10/14/10 ©