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A Mother’s Love

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A lofty mist rising, softening the world’s glare,
Easy on the eye and creating the smoothest colours,
So much readier to accommodate this cushioned version of life.
Like moonlight on the land rounding all the edges and
Smudging the dividing line between a form and its shadow.
The slow ascent and stealthy diffusion of gossamer haze,
The growing of pastels into brighter, warmer shades,
Colder, deeper tones for the mind to get accustomed
To the satiated hues life dots, sweeps, swirls, strokes
And flourishes all around you…

© jsmorgane (June 2014)

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Things out of place in a resume

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A mother, the ground to stand upon
A little brother’s fair hair in the sun
A father’s shoulders to climb like a tree
A first song, still remembered
Two adventurers by the river
Sniffing the air full of Indian summer
The worlds behind the words we read
The satisfaction of achievement
The first time being told you are not good enough
A finished painting hung on the wall
The sheer pleasure of a good conversation
The colleague who believed in what comes after
Two kids reminding me of the ease of living
The friend who sees you when no one else does

© jsmorgane (June 2008)

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Nurture

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A boy from playing ran,
His hunger hurrying him.
Root reaching for his foot,
He fell.

Breathless he lay sprawled,
The turf had hit him hard.
Deep into the dirt he sank,
Teeth grinding sand.

Coarse meal, or flour,
His mother baking bread,
Wooden caraway, he swallowed
Damp with salt for seasoning.

He wiped his hands,
The clay a clinging mess
On his mother’s fingers,
Kneading bread dough.

He slowly stood
And musing walked,
Skip in his step,
His hunger stilled.

© jsmorgane (March 2010)