Hope wont Mind
Hope wont mind if she rests a little,
she wont mind, will she, if we Jazz
fingertips skimming along the cleft
of a taffeta dress, if we ease slightly
this way, a little to the right,
a little to the left, down
the slow drink of notes
to the quick step chorus line,
drumming up the steady bass
piping syncopated tiptoes
to the drink me in skies, where she is, skirt
hitched above her knees, stroking her weary feet,
looking down on her pedicure bed
from the starry, starry night.
Hope won’t mind…will she?
If we take her daughters
pour wine to their puckered lips, soften
their robes, smooth the gathered taffeta pleats
at the meeting of their hips, and watch them dance
Jazz notes, a little this way, a little sway
that way, Hope won’t mind, will she,
as she raises her eyes to the heavens, to the left,
to the right… Hope sighs, hums; switches
on the TV for News at Midnight,
and for dessert, her favourite Soap.
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Faith
Faith looked up from the Rock
Sighed, cast her eyes down and watched
The fish circling under the biting frosty surface,
Melting winter ice with each easy breath of hers
With nothing much to say for herself.
Footsteps of sportsman hunters came from the road
And from the woods came nomadic tribes
Faith looked at pick axe and rifle
And one little fish cried.
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Grace - version 3!
There is no mercy, caritas or thanks
In the everyday moments of a greedy life
We would have to look for it,
On a plate before we eat,
In the flesh of a tender fish,
In a fresh bread of wheat,
And afterwards, in a moment
Captured, well after the blessings given
For the honest way
Or the elegant way
We attempted to floss our teeth.
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Love Haiku
Free flowing easy
Walking transpicuous doors
Spinning round again
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