Words, Rhymes, and Rhythm

Matrix

The majesty of your curling waters
The darkness of your depth
The power of your movement
The waves which ov’r swept

The path of our migration
On a matrix joining the world
In heat and life and movement
As each mighty wave unfurled



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A Hope For Not

Recession
The word curls inside of me
Like sour milk, looking for an escape
This can’t be right.
This is not how it is supposed to be….
But reality hits hard with each newscast
No Worries, there are other channels to watch
Still, no relief
The checkout stand tells its own story

Recession
Small eyes watching me
Wondering
Will we be all right?
Brave smile, “Of course we will!”
Tears on my pillow
Nights of doubt

Recession
I cringe at the word
Like a snake in my path
I hope it will slither away
I choose to focus on hope

Recession
Look at the flowers in their glorious color
Watch a sparrow fly

Recession
Grateful heart
It is
Not
A
Depression



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Peace

(A Rhythm Poem)

I lay on her

Broad back,

Her sides heave.



She huffs

And pulls the grass,

Reaches,

Pulls, and nods

Her head.



The insects buzz.

She blows out.

The clouds float by.

The sun shines down.



I hear birds sing

Nearby

In the woods;



Sweet chirps

and chattering

squirrels,

tell me life

is good.



The wind, like silk,

Lifts my hair.

She’s warm beneath,

I close my eyes



And feel peace.



All poems © Sally Wyatt, 2008