SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: Collage of Life

MY COLLAGE OF LIFE

is dying.
It's weak, frail, and sighing,
For your love sweet people to give.
Maybe, just maybe,
My collage of life will live.

Will you splash it with your kindness?
Caress it with your tenderness.
If your dreams remain true, alive,
Maybe, just maybe,
Your collage of life will survive.

Can we find peace and harmony?
Is there hope?
Is there compassion?
Do we search aimlessly?
The collage of life will see.

You may say I'm a beggar,
But it really doesn't matter.
Extend your hand and
You will have expanded,
Our collage of life together.

**written by petra michelle**

http://whoseroleisitanyway.blogspot.com/

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: Miraculously

MIRACULOUSLY

I touch while tears blind me.

I feel while my heart is numb.

I see while confusion fills my mind.

Take my hand.

Guide me to peace.

**written by petra michelle**

Thank you for the award, Jules, aka Miss Scarlett!

You are most gracious!

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: Life, Penumbra, Faith

LIFE

Minimal possessions.

Splashes of rainforests.
Panoramic heavens.
Oceans of desert.
Stampeding animals.
Trees of music.
All of creation.

Life.


PENUMBRA

External implosion.
Internal explosion.

Dancing in a ballet of ionic mime!
Feeling with infinite intensity!
Running in cosmic direction!
Moving in colors uncharted!
Magnetic pulls play between cerebral spheres!

Looking out at the eclipse of myself.
Looking in at the freedom of me.


FAITH

How much faith
does one place in another?
Who can quantify?

Is it equal to expectations
minus disappointments?
Or blind abandon.

Can I depend upon you?
Can you depend on me.

**written by petra michelle**

http://www.ifreelance.com/pro/43547
http://whoseroleisitanyway.blogspot.com/