Christopher Tin

That this beauty resides in your body – your spirit
that your mind hears all its essential parts
that you write it in some coded form
teach it to diverse people
who gather with all their assorted talents
to perform the lush sounds of your composition
and all I do is tremble from its intensity
as I listen wanting it to last long
though eventually I hear its dissipation
no matter how I resist, it ends.
Then again it does linger in my mind
influencing my body
as it celebrates the newest part of my spirit.
Your music.

Judith A. Sears
©June 25,2018

I woke up to the sound of a tree screaming
men had arrived in a truck
with shrieking saws and axes that bite
there was a roaring monster behind the truck
the men felled the tree and
removed its branches one by one
they fed each branch and twig
to the monster
it nibbled up everything
even each tiny new spring leaf
till all that was left were neat logs
scattered like ancient vertebra on the lawn
the sinister monster thing followed
the truck full of dust – away
I saw the stump with its perfectly symmetric age rings
and wondered why I still heard screaming
until I realized it was mine.

Judith A, Sears
05/11/2018

She is the earth
with all her gravity
tethering the children
our father gave her
to her lap and to her arms
a cradled for each of us
the delightful sound
of her encouraging voice
a source of great nourishment
the softest place to land
she planted creative seeds
in each of our minds, our hearts
all that we have achieved
all the memorable moments
being our mothers bountiful fruit
we exists because of her love
her tender and unlimited prayers
God has blessed us tremendously Continue reading “My Beautiful Mother” →

Eagerly Eagerly Eagerly

twisted, with timid desires,
a pebble escaped a mountain
fearlessly falling
rolling bouncing
sharp edges worn away
with every ping and crack
skittering, with all the power of gravity
skipping down trails
and over cliffs, eagerly
tumbling towards adventure.
here I am, in the way
only because my head was down
my eyes distracted
by all the pebbles at my feet
not looking for diamonds
finding beautiful rock chips
pocket treasures and occasionally
the smooth flat stones
that eagerly leave my hand
flying touch touch touch
before breaking the surface tension
between air and water
sinking, settling in the silt
with its fellow nuggets of gold
along the rivers margin.

Judith A. Sears
©2/17/2018

cant hold on to a grudge
there is nothing tangible
it’s a matterless substance
the air that clings to the holder
smells of sick and bile
because the will is ill
whether it be from insult or injury
a real wrong or fanciful imaginings
the harm is an internal animosity
or an external antagonism
how dare you try to trap me
in your bitter resentment
simply because I have achieved
something you won’t let yourself know
sympathy and friendly goodwill makes
the air around me smells faintly of cake.