The First Ancestor
I started with one
Seven billion grandchildren
Please love your cousins
Us
Love, hate that’s us.
Butterflies. Nausea
Heart pounding. Blood boiling
Twinkling eyes. Laser beams.
Love is never what it seems.
For me it has never been butterflies or rainbows or flowers or candy.
But heartache and tears and worries and fears.
Does true romance exist?
Maybe! Maybe not but what I have could never be bought or sold no matter the gold.
What we have is real.
Nature Calls Me…A Pastoral/ Nature Poem- #4
The beating of the falling rain
The rythm of the shore,
The gentle whispers of the winds
Calling me once more.
I hear the voice grow stronger
The longer that I stay
Beckoning me now,
to follow him this way.
HIS inspiration
is everywhere-
Flowering plant and tree.
Miracles take stem around me
As far as I can see.
“Life gives life and so it be”
Is HIS promise now to Me!
“Protect these things and let them grow!”
“And, one day you will come to know.”
“Life gives life and so it be”
Was HIS answer unto me.
Copyright 2015 by Ingrid Exner
When it Rains
I remain, listening. The slither of a snake,
the soft hiss of rain down tin, I hear it.
I taste it, metallic, sugar-sweet,
a memory from some distant time.
The love of a history, the kiss of a past.
My peace fulfilled, my heart light.
Meeting a commendable person in a life
meeting in a group adhering
good governance
for all humanity
enshrining life
in boundless and borderless
no meaning abhorring division or strife
emulating in all corners
though a wrecking ball at times
simply being oneself
emulating
a living legacy
indwelling spring of endless possibilities
imperfect person
still a wrecking ball at times
pleasant listening into
uncovering the self evolving
undergoing
over the board
a global treasure in my eyes
shining light not blinding one
The Broken Man
There is a man
who site on top
who counts his coins
and lives alone.
He is not mean
he is just sad.
The one he loved
she ran away
and broke his heart.
The scarlet left
A broken man
without a care!
He is a friend
and yes I love
but he’s not mine
-he is unbound.
His heart is his
I’ve been friend zoned.
But still I’ll fight
I’ll stand by him
and let him cry.
His wound will heal
And soon he’ll find;
He’ll fall in love.
Until that day
I’ll stand as guard
I’ll be a shield
and give him strength
Until the day
He spreads his wings
and fly away.
The tower – Hour 4
Gleaming cubes
stacked one atop another,
each housing one body, one soul,
empty bodies, empty souls.
Each cube a home,
a white, gleaming box,
spare of furniture,
screens on all sides.
Each cube a prison,
each person a prisoner,
chained to screens,
soul sucking screens.
There is only inside
only these white gleaming walls,
there is no color, no smells,
no personal contact, no outside.
There is no connection,
when always connected,
no perspective, no understanding,
no meaning, no point.
Gleaming cubes,
stacked one atop another,
each cube a coffin,
housing one person, one soul.
#5 – Miracle
tiny little hands
ten toes curl then open slow
a sweet yawn escapes
my heart overflows with love
at the miracle i made
Light Bends
The Black Void
Sucking up space
Light bends
Fear comes in waves
I am being pulled in
Who will feed the cat?