Meeting the Bar: Crit...

I wrote this a couple months back (July), have worked on a little technical stuff, but wondering what else could/should be tweeked a bit.  Thanks for any/all input you might have.

Life Played Silently

From within our shores of sunshine plays,
upon the land and upon the sea,
basking in the days of carefree ways,
games played silently, we all could be.

Simple words spoken within the hands,
havens cherished, explored, be thus shared,
Martha's vintage language of the sands,
a language evolved beyond presence cared.

Evolving days of lessons to learn,
schooled in hearts beyond from shores to main,
French signs transformed yet may we discern,
blending worlds within the hand explain.

To bring to this American shore,
become these words spoken - ASL,
from island families long before,
words shared with hands and spoken by all.

As all could be, no barriers would see,
for in those days, hearing spoke with hands,
to share and be a community,
to work, to play, joined upon these sands.

From within our shores of sunshine plays,
upon the land and upon the sea,
basking in the days of carefree ways,
Chilmark people... life played silently.

Petrina Lesko

linked over at dVerse Poets Pub for the Meeting the Bar: Crit and Craft

Lost Little Soul - Updated - FOUND

Good morning everyone!  I'm hoping everyone is having a wonderful week so far.  I'm looking forward to a busy week of preparations for the annual fundraiser where I work with developmentally disabled adults.  It is our mission to aid them in being as independent as they can possibly be, yet still provide guidance and services to enhance a wonderful life amongst their friends. 

This morning I woke to a sad report of an eight year old missing autistic boy.  Yesterday morning he ran off from his schoolyard fleeing into the San Bernadino Mountain woods.  It is with a burdened heart that I share this news, hoping that someone, anyone, is able to locate and assist this young soul back to his home and family.

to seek safely those

who love the world with eager

eyes and open hearts

to see things with eyes

differently yet the same

to simply seek love

to feel the scary

things in life, yet know in hearts

unburdened of fear

to feel the longing

of hope for this lost soul now

please bring him today

into the arms of

loved ones burdened missing him

back to his safe world

The weather where he is lost is beginning to rain, with thunderstorms present.  Due to his autism, typically, he would be afraid of strangers and loud noises.  May we all hold him in our hearts and prayers... may God hold him in the cradle of his love... may those who are searching be gentle in their hearts and bring him home safely.

UPDATED:

Local News just broke that little Joshua has been found and is eating and drinking.  The area he was found in was very rugged terrain.  They are helicoptering in a medical team to evaluate his condition, but he is ALIVE!


THANK YOU ALL FOR KEEPING HIM IN YOUR PRAYERS.

Revenant Painter

The Revenant, 1949, Andrew Wyeth
shared as Mag 82

Tap, tap, tap sounds beyond the open door,
yet he has relinquished his wait no more,
easing beyond the paled world we here see,
glides effortlessly... this reality.

For he is a shadow of yesterday,
touching upon lives now of those that may,
inhabit his world of delicate hues,
searching places where he once found his muse.

Inspirational souls that came to him,
close at heart and close to this his world's rim,
tendered moments found silently kept close,
speaking beyond the rhetoric verbose.

Never to seek the final event known,
focused as taught by NC to ill shown,
painted in 'abstraction' for depth and tone,
for seekers are lost when focus for throne.

Such was his way, to find strengths in beauty,
looking for depth, meaning in objects he,
beyond the obvious, what you would find,
giving deeper essence, this was his kind.

For always the soul lingers beyond grave,
to carry forth as the wind or the wave,
past the boundaries of this world's known rules,
to grace those left with gifts of these jewels.

© Petrina Lesko, September 2011

I have always been very fascinated with the depth in the works of Andrew Wyeth, one of the best known artists of the US in the mid 20th century.  Though his work is considered predominantly to be 'realist' he considered himself to paint in more of an 'abstractionist' manner looking beyond the basic obvious meanings of simple objects and the world around him.  He truly believed his works went beyond the landscape or portraits, that they expressed a deeper nuance of feeling and depth.

This week over at Magpie Tales, Tess Kincaid has offered this fine example of his work, The Revenant, as the prompt to inspire us writers and poets.  Thank you Tess, for a fabulous prompt... truly inspirational.

With Simple Grace

To touch each one with simple grace,
bow our heads with fear on our face,
of times in need, planted each seed,
fought for rights together would plead.

To see the world for what its worth,
looking beyond the dried up earth,
to nurture now, these plants some how,
tend heartened souls for all allow.

To walk today in remembrance,
for the ones lost and those still hence,
within your grasp, this place was clasp,
touched forever, free of their rasp.

Freedoms given beyond the day,
nurtured ways, come to you what may,
for tendered nights, and soulful sights,
given freely, encourage rights.

This always the voice of your ways,
to touch the world in such a blaze,
then the hours, we lost towers,
to grace upon our pure flowers.

To leave you lost, in his dismay,
crumbling beyond the words at play,
still in the fight, angel wings this night,
then lifting on morning breaths.. flight.

To take this soul with simple grace,
tears shed from eyes, love on our face,
of times in need, planted each seed,
embrace her gently now we plead.

Petrina Lesko
September 2011

Linked to dVerse Poets Pub for this week's Poetics...  In Memoriam

Red Dawn Days

sunlit skies cascade

beyond worlds rising moments

puppies playful call

tell us red dawn days have come

bursting forth to share pure joy

© Petrina Lesko

September 2011

Just Moments Ago

Just moments ago with a gentle hand,
Tears fell here for were we to understand,
With softened ears you listened to our pleas,
Tenderly sifting hopes from simple dreams.

Guiding souls onward throughout all the days,
Empowering children, showing them ways,
To build their seeds into towering lives,
Able to reach goals if only one strives.

Never need raise the staff or the voice,
Integrity, morals for all the choice,
Twas dignity and grace forever shown,
Lending little ones space to be grown.

Just moments ago with a gentle hand,
Tears fell here, for were we to understand.

Petrina Lesko
September 2011
 
linked to OpenLinkNight over at dVerse Poets Pub

Stuck...

abandoned farm, Dublin, Ohio
photo by Tess Kincaid for
Magpie Tales

Stuck...

in the quagmire of

economic insecurities.

Stuck...

in muddy roads of

life's hazy days, worlds

washed loosely from

earthen crusts.

Stuck...

in the endlessness of

rain, pouring down

upon this place.

Stuck...

beyond hope of today,

tomorrow's freshness gleams.

Freed...

from everyday boundaries,

now flowing beyond deed lines.

Freed...

to begin anew, cleansed

by nature's tender mercies.

Freed...

from yesterday's limits,

inspiring new found strength

in oneself... worlds changed.

Petrina Lesko

September 2011

Inspired by this weeks photo prompt #81 found over at Magpie Tales.  Come share in the fun, write a short poem or vignette... or just read some wonderful writes by others.