Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Stray Rays (Poets Rally 45)

There’s rays
That stray
From the straight line
Of the sun

Pouring light
On my night
When darkness spills
From your eyes

Hope explodes
On curved roads
Through old leaves
Of this dream

I believe
In love
Though our bed stays half made

Harp strings
Slits of bright
Vibrate soft
Angel’s sing

Heart’s sure
As I tour
Of green days

I believe
In love
Though granite doesn’t lie

There’s rays

That stray

From the straight line

Of the sun


Jingle said...

Glad to see sunshine
from your words.
well penned,


MEIRO said...

Lovely words
Great pictures.

Blaga said...

Cheers for the faith in love and the lovely sun rays! Very inspirational and uplifting poem, with the hint of hope for something nice to happen!

Anonymous said...

In the morning, as freshness radiates...Nicely written with a great flow of vision...My favorite were the verses..
'Harp strings
Slits of bright
Vibrate soft
Angel’s sing'

Anonymous said...

We all stray from straight lines at times...take the light with us...nice lovely verse.

Anonymous said...

SUCH A GLORIOUS poem. :] Fantastic words and rhyme that sparkle in the eye of my ear. :] xx

kez said...

lovely ...thanks for sharing

thingy said...

Wow. I love your writing. Terrific. The photo is gorgeous.

Anonymous said...

Deep and filled with compassion...

Rajlakshmi said...

what a beautiful poem...
brilliantly expressed ... loved it

Olive Tree said...

This is such a lovely poem. I've enjoyed reading so many of your poems. Each one of us strays from the sun light sometimes, and each one of us has met a ray of sunlight that strays from the sun light too, and thank God for those angels. Beautiful poem, a great job.

Isabel said...

WOW! Loved the photo you chose as well. great write

Anonymous said...

I love the compactness of this poem; loved the words, the layout, everything. Wonderful.

Anonymous said...

Nicely crafted piece!! :-)

Anonymous said...

This is beautiful is this about the death of a loved one? The image of the half-made bed, the granite that does not lie. That's how interpreted and it really touched me.

Judith C Evans said...

Beautifully written. Love the images and structure of this poem.

Harry Nicholson said...

As lovely as a tree. Like the great one in the picture when it was young.

Peggy Nolan said...

Very beautiful Henry! (Thanks for stopping by my blog today, too!!)


Coffee With Leonard Cohen said...

...Was it a car crash?
I'm just wondering about the curved roads.

Eclipse said...

Beautifully written...great pic!

C Rose said...

A beautiful refrain you tie in "I believe in love" thought the flow with this line:

"Though our bed stays half made"

was particularly strong. Great write ~ Rose

Anonymous said...

beautiful poem :)

Anonymous said...

Wow. A range of emotion expressed: "green days" (life/promise), "hope explodes" (disappointment), "darkness spills" (sadness), and especially gripping was "granite doesn't lie" (death/sorrow). Yet what a beautiful statement in "I believe in love."

I hope you don't mind...I'm lifting that lie to write something, myself.

Beautiful, Henry. Truly beautiful.


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