Three Poems by Myrtle Thomas

 

My Name Written in the Stars

 

echoes stir within the wind of my soul

     burning my skin with fire and ice

and filling my lonely eyes with shadows

     maybe there is still love in the long lines

as they trail across my memories.

 

     why submerge myself in these depths

why linger in the silhouettes of a vacant room ?

     the night sounds around me are intense

looking into the recess of time that changed everything

     knowing that it was I who moved the hands of time.

 

   now in the light of morning the veil pulled back

revealing the division of night and daybreak

   what once was foreign now is so familiar in this ash

as I listen to the sound of silence sing in the wind

that life has passed into the next and I'm a statue.

 

  time has written itself into the universe of stars

  where my eyes have caught each one and named them

lonely things left out in the cold night sky weeping

   I know it's time to bury myself in the dust of  time

to awaken from the dreams I find on my pillow.




Walking Through Old Seasons

 

sometimes they come like falling snowflakes

drifting so quietly through the night under the stars

or they rise like the ashes into the universe

and sometimes I catch them with my eyes

but they are never mine alone.

 

I've even heard the bells ring from the garment-

of the heavens and the song the stars sing in the cold

there are times that the scent of the autumn leaves tease me

then there are times I re-invent the mysteries of my life

changing my clothing under the clouds.

 

I've tried to stitch the autumn leaves like a quilt

with fingers that are now strangers to me

their flesh now broken with age and pain - but still remarkable

they were born in late September under a harvest moon

now every season drifts away from my senses.

Autumn Once Again

 

I have often wondered how did I find myself

as I drifted like a leaf in the wind toward the horizon

walking with silent feet through the autumn leaves

and the compelling fragrance of the sun dancing -

through the tree branches of my life.

 

finally knowing that I cast away the clothing of my youth

that day that a cut the cherry tree down with an axe

seeing its life blood flow from its trunk onto the ground

leaving the roots of my life exposed and vulnerable

to the hand that sought its fruit.

 

looking back at my wardrobe the light seeps through its threads

and the songs of the night divide the daylight from darkness

O' slender girl with large willing eyes and an open door of heart

with virgin ears straining to hear a serpents song seeking fruit

listen to your mother's voice .

 

old age has once again shown me the horizon behind my shoulders

and placed the memory of my youthful clothing in the closet

no eternity can renew the stained dress nor renew those shoes

for that dress is stained in my own blood and drenched in memories

no matter the amount of rain that falls.

Myrtle Thomas has been published in “Otherwise Engaged Literary and Art Journal “ she has been published in “The Writers and Readers Magazine”. She has self published four poetry books and is a member of ALLpoetry.com – Penn name Blue2U. She has been writing for over twenty years poetry about love , loss and nature. She tries to see the things around her from a different eye and delves into her heart to search its mysteries. She is retired from a large hospital manufacturing company and this gives her time to write her heart out loud. She resides in the United States and enjoys traveling the back country roads in search of another poem.