Saturday, October 1, 2016

IN THIS I CAN FIND SOLACE

IN THIS I CAN FIND SOLACE


SUNSET

As sunset burns pink and red and orange
across a floating sky of sheepish clouds,
It heralds the darkness of the night itself.
The brilliance of the day has given me a joy of being
that slips away now with the setting sun.
Night comes and dimness falls upon the spirit.
Yet for a moment in that sunset,
the light becomes pure and magenta, so lovely.
It seems testimony enough that the day had value.
The Night gives birth to the blues.
The Night reminds us that all is changing,
How useless it seems to mourn this passing.
The bloom of youth fades.
The boundless energy of childhood play
becomes productive adult work.
So it is with autumn.
As the days grow shorter,
the winds blow colder.
The brilliant light of summer fades
and kindles the flames of burning colors
in the very leaves of time.
I cannot help but be struck by its beauty.
I leave until tomorrow that which is yet undone.
I gladly leave the planting to the Spring.
For Winter is now coming fast,
And Winter wants to kill us.
If Winter cannot kill us, it will slow us down.
We take the thrift of our days
And spend it getting through the night …
Getting through the Winter.
They are much the same, the Night and the Winter.
That same natural pattern of building and destruction
Is the theme of both.
It comes together in the Fall.
It comes together before the Night
To see it, I have only to look.
There is a balance in those autumn days.
There is a signal in those twilight moments.
Forget about the past and let the future be.
Let the now be incredible and lovely,
A laughing child is a bell to an undistracted mind,
I hear the music. I hear the bell. I feel the balance.
Tomorrow will carry joy for some and grief for others.
I know that well. The Winter will take us into Spring.
It is forever that way. In this I can find solace.
 FALL ASPENS
Photos by the author
October 1, 2015

Sunday, November 22, 2015

BITTERSWEET



 Bitteresweet

by Kenneth Harper Finton

 Maybe I am jaded now
 or just too old to cry.
 All the tears I’ve shed before
 Have left my eyes quite dry.

Friends have come and friends have gone, 
how bittersweet is nature.
Work is really never done,
wars are really never won, 
lives are always left undone,
success is never measured.

Blisters used to pain my hands
’til callouses replaced them.
 Caring always filled my days,
 ’til lack of it displaced it.

Friends have come and friends have gone, 
how bittersweet is nature.
Work is really never done,
wars are really never won, 
lives are always left undone,
success is never measured.

Living always pleasured me
 and sorrow seldom ailed me,
 but Father Time has dried me out
 and left no room for wailing.

Friends have come and friends have gone, 
how bittersweet is nature.
Work is really never done,
wars are really never won, 
lives are always left undone,
success is never measured.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

LOVE

  
         Love is accepting another as a part of oneself. 
Love is the inclusion of the other 
into the very fabric of everyday life.  



Love unites and draws together 
like iron fragments to the magnetic field. 



In human terms, love expands 
the isolated and alone self 
to include beings and objects 
from outside the self



Love is felt not just for living things, 
but for actions and methods of performing actions. 





The world is built on attraction and love, 
caring and nurturing. 


The desire and urge to be more 
than we are alone 
is the driving force 
of evolutionary progress.




Love is seen everywhere in the natural world. 
Adults pair and care for their mates and their young.  




Love is evident throughout nature.  
It is seen in the bonding that forms the very chemicals of life.



Love may be the primary reason for existence itself, 
as primal awareness, discovered the other outside itself, 
reflected upon it,
 accepted it within itself, 
and gave birth to an entire universe. 


Wednesday, April 1, 2015

NAPKIN VERSES



Ffrom the book "Labors of Love" - 
by Kenneeth Harper Finton 

 http://www.kennethharperfinton.com/labors-of-love.html



Napkin Verse

How many poems 
in how many stops
have been written on
napkins in coffee shops.
While others make lists
of the things they must do,
I sip on my coffee
and write like a fool.



Not Every Love

Not every thought I think 
is pure.
Not every move I make 
is sure.
Not every song I write 
can flow.
Not every love I make 
can grow.




 Silent Seeds

When hurt is a blanket of ice
smothering molten flames,
and the holy fire within
turns ashen dreams,
the silent seeds remain 
where miracles are born,
awaiting but new rains
for love to bloom again.



Cosmic Love

Does cosmic love
seek concrete form
in human lovers?
Is this why some 
feel dead
without another?


Yesterday 

Yesterday was lonely 
and tomorrow’s never won.
We wake to find the present
is all that ever comes.

Yesterday’s decisions 
made the path we take today, 
but  yesterday is oh so far,
                two billion miles away.


Society


Do you know
what society is?
It is a cloudy mirror
where one views oneself
in different forms.



    

Wings of Wax

I soared so high on wings of wax,
but not gone high enough to crash.
It’s time for me to make new plans
so flying can be safe again.


              



Where Magic Grows


Where magic grows,
love goes.
Where laughter spills,
love will.
Where happy dwells,

all’s well.


The Nip

There’s magic in this bottle.
I think I’ll take a nip
and pause between my many cares
as through this life I slip.





Daffodils

I lost my  money, spun my wheels,
I wandered lonely city fields.
Although I looked with eyes of steel,
I did not find my daffodils.



Electronic Love

Love is orbiting freely
around those 
illumined souls
that light one’s path