Hour Four – Cornucopia (Diamante)
plentiful
abundant bountiful
gloriously brilliantly alive
copious voluminous
cornucopia
Antoinette LeRoux © 2019
Poem #4
Flowers
a lot of them
pretty too
so I bought a bunch
realized later
they were artificial
The Last Meditation, Hour 4
He sits,feeling the physical
Hands once callused now soft and scarred
Strong arms weakened, joints arthritic
The youthful drive throttled back by time
Body deteriorating, he retreats back into the mind
Sits on crossed shaky legs
Back aching
But despite body’s entropy, he smiles, satisfied
Each scar on those once callused hands a testament to his sacrifice
His willingness to pit muscle against stone
To set brick and build foundations
To fell trees and mill lumber
To build shelter for those caught up in the storm
The legacy he’s left behind
A reminder of a life well lived
He closes his eyes, smile widens
Reflecting on every fortunate moment granted
Every goal accomplished
Every heart touched
Every mind expanded
Every being loved
He sighs
The work in this realm finished,
Without saying goodbye,
He drifts back to Source
And begins to build again
Ansuz
Ansuz
“Can you speak your truth?”
By bringing forth expressed energy
In poetry, prose, and art
One is gifted communication
From more than just the heart
Ansuz sees beyond the apparent
Tapping into the innermost self
A higher form of deliverance & awareness
A Rune of Sacred Knowledge
Invoke this divine power for help
Release of energy blocks and mind
Found within thy self
L S D
L S D
Once in 1973 sipping
not gulping my tea
I felt my death sure
as if my heart stopped
Yet I could see across
acres of flowers below
as I floated touching
butterflies and kissing bees
No fear as I feared nothing
and no one feared me
such was my trip to heaven
once in 1973
(c) Diane Morinich
All Rights Reserved
Hour 4 – a Haiku
A Haiku based on the first photograph, the bouquet
On opening night
Presented to my Diva
My admiration
Planted Flowers
I planted flowers seeds, and most of them didn’t grow
never broke through the dirt, though I willed them so
I gave them water and even a dose of Miracle Gro
I picked the best places all around my yard
Broke up the ground, it was dry and hard
pulled all the weeds, told them they were barred
I gave them every chance to reach for the sky
and most of those seeds didn’t even try
One look at my yard and I just have to sigh
a tiny bit of them sprouted, new and green
a pageant to crown the summertime queen
maybe they will bloom and help the scene
I hope that everyone who passes by can see
I’m doing my part to help them to grow and be free
The way that so many people have done for me
Farewell to You (Hour 4)
Molasses eyes, vertiginous depths, tender in gaze, opened to me,
abated my fear, born inside.
Velvet hands of strength smoothed my tears; you spoke of hope and held me close.
Distance called, left me cold, until heaven claimed you, and the earth kept you.
Scarring my heart.
Day breaks, the southern orb of light.
Sent to a new world. Red dirt, blades of emerald, mountains and valleys,
Egypt out my window, the Sub down the road from where I slept.
Faith our life, integrity our choice.
Relationships made, honor and excellence our oath.
The creed of our breath, our heartbeat, lived to the hilt till that world just a memory.
Family you were. Love you, I did. Love you, I do.
But too different was I for you.
My face hidden in the shadows, slapped cold with rejection as you lived on.
On butterfly wings I flew, from roots to you.
Creations waiting, new lives budding.
How much I loved you. How much I still do.
Did you know the battles I waged and lost for you?
Did I fail you?
Close my eyes, and feel the loss of the hundred smiles, the thousand tears,
the adventures of wilderness and trails.
Night time songs and hugs forever gone.
Grew wings, you did, and moved on. My hand and smile waving you on.
But I still miss you.
Turned the corner, graduating from war.
New hope, completely whole, till you.
Draining the poison of you from my veins,
Can’t bleed fast enough, years move too slow.
Raped my heart, sardonic laughter in your eye.
Sadistic, sociopathic revelry in your lies
tore at the scars in my heart.
I wait for hell to claim you, and the earth to keep you.
Sharp, cold steel, cut my body new.
Surgical hands, deft and soft, heal what is broken.
God gifted hands, take back what was stolen
And let me mend in the warmth of compression.
Quickly, without delay. And life will renew.
Memories I see. They do not fade.
Moons pass, suns rise, too many lunars and solars have gone by.
I see your face. Though you see not mine, I love you.
If apology is needed, forgive me.
I could not be perfect. I could not be more. I could not be less.
Oh molasses eyes, visit my sleep, hold my heart.
Honor bound friends, I forget you not.
Butterflies of creation, the jewels of my night sky.
Poison purged, I breathe again.
Surgeon hands, I wait for your elixir.
If all fails and goes awry,
I’ve known you. Loved you.
If all fails, then farewell.
I will remember you into eternity.