Poetry

Summer bids farewell,

with pastel petals falling

toward dry khaki grass parched with thirst,

hanging on for life in powdery dust 

yearning for the blessing

hidden in a cloud above about to burst.

Shining leaves of bronze and gold,

breaking free of twisted oaken ancients,

aided by a blast of cold,

rival bolts of flashing sunlight

darting through low hanging clouds.

Down they tumble, 

mingling with the pastel petals,

destined soon to dry and die,

ground to powdery dust,

beneath the countless footsteps,

of the bustling passersby.

© Blaise 2018

Fight and flight may not be
the best way to go for me,
Better by far is another way –
Be still and watch;
Stay and pray.

~Blaise~

Fragile creatures meant to fly -
put in cages, wings clipped,
bereft of tail, mishandled, fallen -
broken hearted die.

Wait and see -
Might this canary in the coal mine
portend the earthly fate
awaiting you and me?

© Only A Messenger

Nowhere to run -
that which must be has begun,
tares from wheat,
bitter from sweet,
chaff from grain,
sound of mind from all insane,
dross from gold,
It shall unfold -
wickedness from all that’s good,
stripped away like bark from wood,
dark from light, left from right , manifest,
north from south and east from west,
what is cursed from what is blessed.
Murky gray begone from day!
You shall see - so it must be.
Lukewarm from hot, lukewarm from cold;
that long hidden must unfold,
coward false from true and bold
So it has been long foretold.
Don’t you know? Nowhere to go.

© Only a Messenger

No longer fair of face or form,
a solitary, lonely guardian peers
into the gathering darkness;
while from the lonely, stony heights,
and braving the approaching storm,
the passionate warrior stands
and braves the biting winds and cold,
and feeling every fear, deciding to be bold.

With vicious, biting winds the onslaught comes
and stinging, icy, deadly rains;
yet stands he pierced, still firmly planted,
while renouncing countless wounds and pains.

A dark host follows on its heels,
a hoard of shadow, lightning, clouds, and thunders,
foreboding fierceness foul reveals all manner
of deceit and lying wonders.

Unyielding to appearances,
he from his post will not be put asunder,
for in the heights of glory knows he
where his spirit dwells -
in spite of anguish, sorrow,
or the devastations of a thousand hells.

© Only a Messenger