Tuesday Poem: "Triptych: Hope, Bond, Loss"

1.                                                                         

A flower opens in the dawn.

Drink the dew,

dispel the night,

feel the warming of a new light.

We go under different names,

but only one sun warms us.

The rainbow is but the refraction

of pure white light.

2.

You are awash in me,

that singing sea

that gives me beauty without artifice,

forgiveness without guilt

and love without qualification.

3.

One day

while beachcombing

I will come upon a magnificent conch

and putting it to my ear

I will hear your voice

calling me through the honey of history.

Then an urge will seize me

and putting the conch to my lips

I will sound a single sad note

to carry the stream of my tears

across the ocean.

The poet wishes to acknowledge Valley Micropress in whose pages this poem first appeared.