What Do I Ask
WHAT DO I ASK
By Luella Trumley Doering
What do I ask of earth
With the sunrise?
Only the tenderness
Deep in your eyes.
What do I ask of life
In busy day?
Only to serve and wait
Upon your way.
What do I ask of God
At even-tide?
Only the dreamless sleep
Close by thy side.
The Pursuer
THE PURSUER
By Luella Trumley Doering
I flee before the impact of your cry--
Into the darkness speed I without pause--
I seek to pierce the merge of sea and sky
And find a place that has not known your laws.
For you have put on me a stinging touch
Of wild delight and even wilder pain.
Have I not suffered for you over much?
Must I return to slavery again?
Ah Beauty, Beauty, passionate and pale!
The dark track of your fingers scars my sight
As a strong wind-stroke marks a flying sail.
So have I fled from you into the night--
A vagrant whisper rises, and I start!
The echo of your singing stops my heart!
circles and stands
and applauding hands
and apples hanging golden in the sun
bad crinkled eyes
survey the skies
and praise the stars that everythings been done
do you praise the prisons
that hold us from loving
do you fail to see that missions
are bestowed by living
The Conqueror
THE CONQUEROR
By Luella Trumley Doering
Beauty shines out upon my sky sometimes,
Or flashes 'across my path with silent step
So unexpectedly my breath must pause,
My heart leap up--I wonder and forget
The things a bruising mind holds to my view.
A tree in tracery of flame and brown
Can wipe world cruelty out of my heart,
And all the scream and straining of this town
For me will hush and fade before a dusk
That old the quiet opal of a lake.
Ah loveliness? Such heavy battering
Will some day cause this human heart to break.
The Chill
THE CHILL
By Luella Trumley Doering
I did not know that Spring had come again
Until one day the children proffered me
Some pussy willows--till an April rain
Tossed lacy plumes upon the lilac tree.
----I did not know Spring's close had drawn so near
Until the apple trees took on a glow--
Until a meadowlark called sweet and clear
Across a fragrant space--then came a snow.
What could withstand that sudden piercing cold,
The freezing breath of days that I deemed dead?
The unborn blossoms now are sodden mold--
Why do I mourn for beauty that has fled?
Why do I search, (ah bitter, breathless hours)
For some fair thing I glimpsed in budding flowers?
It's just another winters day
the snow is coming down
the sound of snow blowers in the air
is sad music that makes us frown
Cleaning off the car with a broom
the snow keeps mounting up for sure
much deeper than the top of your boots
but having snow inside your socks...is something to endure
My cardboard stars on flannel skies
fill up a story-time surprise.
The flowers grown from calico
I have placed all down below
These summer skies.
They're quite contrast
To Winter's cold and gusty blast!
A little grounghog, nose of red
Peeps up from his warming bed
Making a forecast.
And thus I spin around the room
To dance while my picture's abloom
In summer tones- I feel alive!
No grey or brown do I contrive!
Frosty, April brings doom!
Perch upon my dreams awhile
Feelin' warm will make you smile.
From cozy tea-kettle
To fake flower petal
Come, come with me, O child.
colorbook, we don't have any snow. I wanted just a LITTLE bit, before the spring... not a lot. Just a dusting.
Nice poem theol. If you read some of my spontaneous poems you can see that I am sick of the snow and the cold weather. :wink:
Yeah, I gathered that, colorbook.
Next to a fun snow, which is rare here.... I want the daffodils and tulips, too - and a sunny day or two.
there's a slow train moving
through the fields of iowa
through the orchards out west
and the lands of the kiowa
it's chugging on magic wheels
over a carpet of flowers
straight through the heartland
to a rendezvous with silver towers
magic carpet take me for a ride
to the place where the lovely flowers hide
swept away on a folded cloud
where the thunder thumps awfully loud
and the ground so far below
looks like home to folks who know
turning and bending up side down
missing a water tower outside of town
magic words don't seem to learn
I hurt my hand with a carpet burn
(very wistful and forthright, colorbook)
Nite, all.
Velvet waves upon the shore
finding home nevermore
beckoning tides moon shinning bright
brushing waves against it's light
swishing inward a caressing grace
to give the earth it's warm embrace
captured now within the sand
invited waves from distant lands
Morning, all. Lou, you're a pretty good wordsmith yourself. And, colorbook, always colorful and evocotive.
she gave me all her love
there was no light above
and the sun rays came breaking through
she took me to her heart
she bade the pain depart
and i felt my whole life renewed
and what she gives to me
she in turn does receive
now we shall never be alone
when storm clouds do squall
and the hail and thunder stall
we smile as if the sun has shone
we shelter with our love
there is no force above
there is no force below thats known
i pledge to you my life
humbled youre my wife
amazed at the way we both have grown
Edgar
Beautifully tender, Edgar.
Search
SEARCH
By Luella Trumley Doering
Black sky, wind-riven
And a long white hill up tossed---
(Shall I find you in the snow,
You, who are lost?)
Blue sky, and sweet air,
And drowsy hum of bees;
(Are you in the idle wind,
Tossing the trees?)
Wide world, flower girdled,
But I see not, engrossed
With the aching search for you,
Long age lost.
Question
QUESTION
By Luella Trumley Doering
Could we go, you and I,
Free as wind, sun and sky--
Could we rove hand in hand,
And not cross some command--
Were it not so that we
Had to strive just to see
One wild dawn, one dim night
Free from sound, safe from sight--
Would our love be as true,
Fresh and strong, keen and new?
