I recently joined the poet and writers’ group at Jojoba Hills and our topic this week was silence. I chose a haiku that reflects how silence speaks to me.
Silence resonates
in the space between the words ~
language of my soul.
© LuAnn Oburn 2015
Tag: Poetry
Farewell to Summer
Yesterday…
eyes brightly reflect
flushed innocent faces
unlimited possibilities
vast as billowing clouds
grazing azure heavens
~Hopefulness swells~
~
Today…
shoulders rounded
life’s weight evident
dreams withered
cast like seed heads
astride stiffening winds
~Resignation settling~
~
Tomorrow…
isolated thoughts
whispering when…how
days’ limits palpable
reverberate bittersweet
in slowing gait
~Farewell to summer~
© LuAnn Oburn 2013
Time to bid adieu to summer, our season of myriad changes, emotions, and revelations, but mostly one of blessings, for time allowed to aid aging parents with their struggle to retain independence, light-hearted family visits, friends who touched us in innumerable ways, and the gift of continued inner growth. Although there are aspects of this summer we hope not to revisit, we are grateful for the wisdom we have gained. Farewell Ohio!
This Longing
Stirrings…
tiny butterfly wings
fluttering beneath breastbone
keeping rhythm with quickening heartbeat
gathering tempo as enchanting memories flourish
~
Desire…
time creates distance
intense primal need escalating
bathed in intoxicating salty scent and taste
midnight shadows welcome sweet seductive visit
~
Yearning…
soulful aching pain
primordial calling at first touch
gasp as cool fingers caress warm skin
visceral, smoldering pain colliding with pleasure
~
This longing…
~
breathless
gazing
~
feels
like
home
~♥
© LuAnn Oburn 2013
Twenty-Two Years
Twenty-two years ago today
sacred vows spoken
hearts united as one
a tapestry of memories created
so many left to be written.
Happy Anniversary my love!
© LuAnn Oburn 2012
We Are Their Hope
We live as though blind
when we come upon your sight;
so much easier
not to see your plight.
~
You sit here daily
with eyes downcast.
We scurry by quickly
pushing you into the past.
~
Where is your family?
Why are you alone?
How can I help?
You look chilled to the bone.
~
This could be me
in the blink of an eye.
It matters not your story,
no reason to ask why.
~
Let’s just do what we can
for those in great need.
Please don’t turn away
or watch as they bleed.
~
The holidays fast approach,
a particularly tough time.
No delays, no back burner;
now is the time.
© LuAnn Oburn 2012
Paint Your Landscape 