THIS IS THE DAY
LXX.
The denseness breaks,
Crumbles slightly,
Showing through
A speck of clarity
On the other side.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Quiet soul
What would you say
Were you not silent?
Whisper joy?
Proclaim caution?
To what destination point?
I am not anxious,
Yet dissatisfied
With limbo.
Soul, please say what you
Would want to say
And say it now.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
One tiny glimmer
Keeps the glow of life
Alive.
He is the distant hope
Of which it’s made.
Oh!
That he would approach
And fill again
The furtherest reaches
Of being with his light,
His life, his warmth.
Please let it be.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I saw a picture of Earth
At night
From satellite,
And there,
A glow of Birmingham
Assuring me you're still here.
If apace can see,
Then why can't I?
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Some placid
Surfaces
Obscure
Deep
Disturbances.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
The soul-stuff stuck,
I hunger.
A need for need looms large.
Little seems to flow or fit.
I know nothing.
Even poetry is thwarted,
Lacking inspiration,
Lacking respiration.
The only consolation
Is that this time last year
Was desolate,
Promising more than pain
And nothingness,
Yet here am I
And there is hope.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
My heart rejoices
In its hope.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
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Sometimes I'm over-ready,
Yet not enough;
Nothing seems to fit
Or fits too well.
But even though
The poems I write
Lack flow,
Are like a spell,
It helps to
Simply spit them out
And - know.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
