Yesterday's Shadow

whispered morning breaths

golden fire lies down her path

Willow stands weeping

yesterday's shadow welcomes

Autumn's naked silhouette  

Petrina Lesko

September 2011

linking to dVerse OpenLinkNight

The Raven's Truth Be Told

Mag 84



She whispers secrets

 into the night

the heavens mourn

the raven's truth be told

Petrina Lesko

September 2011

linked to Magpie Tales

Just To Be for dVerse Poetics

Today over at dVerse it is once again time for Poetics.  This week Joy has shared with us a bit of Edgar Allen Poe and Charles Bukowski to emphasize the impact that repetition can have in poetry.  Immediately I thought of a poem I wrote years ago that would be just right for this topic.  Please keep in mind, this poem was written far back in the day, before I got into poetry form, etc.  Hope you like it.

Just to Be

I look around me now,

As I sit and wonder how,

Each day I look to find the new,

But all I can want, is free and true...



I look around to feel,

As I sit the free is real,

Each day I look to find the way,

But all I can want, is through the day...



I look around me now,

As I sit and wonder how,

Each day I look to find the why,

But all I can want, is to see sky...



I look around to feel,

As I sit the free is real,

Each day I look to find the sun,

But all I can want, is to have won...



I look around me now,

As I sit and wonder how,

Each day I look to find the me,

But all I can want, is just to be...



I look around to feel,

As I sit the free is real,

Each day I look to find the me,

But all I can want, is just to be!


Petrina Lesko
May 1986

Is This Not Wisdom

They say that wisdom comes
with age, that it is knowledge
gained over time, through
life's experiences,
yet...

when you catch the wonder
in the eyes of a small child
as he examines the
delicate lines and
soft colors of
a butterfly

or when his stride hesitates
to sip in the beauty of the
solitary rose in Mom's
flowerbed

or she unearths the vines,
roots and all, of Dad's
prize pumpkin, just
to see what makes
it grow so much
bigger than all
the others

she runs excitedly in declaring,
"Mom, the skies on fire!"
you step out to behold
the most vibrant sunset
you have ever
seen

I ask you then...
is this not a wisdom
that so many of us
can learn from?

Petrina Lesko
September 2011

Shadows Transform

touch simply one heart

reaching beyond just the words

make differences

in each day that our words pen

carrying messages forth

this reason to write

sharing thoughts with the vast world

left like shadows of our self

for discoveries by you

leaving impressions, questions

 possibilities

new, changed, altered mark this day

futures to discern

meanings of shadows transform

in each interpretation

as does the sun's light

rising over the mountain

casting forth brightness

night becomes day in beauty

gifts left to grace all the days

Petrina Lesko

September 22, 2011

In Honor of Alzheimer's Day...

disjointed pictures

fragmented bits of this life

scattered through my day

Petrina Lesko

September 2011

This post is PURPLE in honor of those that I have known, and those still suffering from Alzheimer's disease.  Please find something purple to wear to remember and honor those you have also known.   Thanks!

The Fluted Charmer

With flute you played your charm
enticing each soul forth,
from the darkest of depth,
beneath the trees like roots,
winding to, fro, coming out
into light of day to hear.

Witnessing life's toll to hear
these words, lived without charm.
Secrets kept, none spoke out...
dig within pockets forth,
seek to plant seeded roots
of aid.  Reaching new depth

for those burdened, in-depth
help, from hearts... cries to hear
their pleas.  Long buried roots
hidden to the world's charm,
beckoning to us, forth-
coming need to be out

these lives untold.  Call out
to believe 'tales tell depth'
and lonely hearts bear forth
wisdom, sadness we hear.
This music plays of charm
and helping hands' treed roots,

of giving planted roots
to society.  Out-
numbered, yet your heart's charm
raises from pocket's depth
to change the song, to hear
and carry their hurts forth.

Into the light shine forth,
no longer lost like roots
searching beneath, now hear
this hand be given.  Out
of torment and dark depth,
bestow your tale, do charm!

Theirs brought forth, this your charm,
to share roots, both this depth,
lift and hear...  help them out!

Petrina Lesko
September 2011

inspired by this week's Magpie Tales.

This was also my first attempt at a new to me form - the Sestina.  It's end words repeat throughout each stanza in the following pattern:
     1. ABCDEF
     2. FAEBDC
     3. CFDABE
     4. ECBFAD
     5. DEACFB
     6. BDFECA
     7. ECA or ACE (envoi)
       sometimes including BDF within these 3 lines as well.

now also linked to dVerse Poets Pub... FormForAll