Candles

two candles from indianpublicmedia

All you really wanted, was some time,

I came home after days of working,

and what did I say,

after kissing your cheek?

“I have to write this story”,

“I haven’t blogged all day”, I said.

“I’ll just be 30 minutes”, I said.

Two hours later, I was still at the table,

writing my heart out,

while you had gone to the bedroom,

to light candles,

waiting.

We were supposed to watch a movie,

or that British mystery series,

but I felt stupid,

when I saw the candles.

The fire had gone out.

Later we were next to each other,

in bed, alone,

back to back.

You were wondering,

about my heart,

I was dreaming of ways,

to make it up,

a dinner out? the Greek place?

roses.

All you really wanted was some time.

Please forgive me.

I need to live it,

instead,

of just writing about it.

 

 Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google and indianpublicmedia.org

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

On This River

By the River

A Prose Poem

It was on this river that once flowed, her parent’s blood. She would never forget the image in her mind, of them running towards the river, screaming and praying, when the rifles rang out. Her parents went face down in the water, while she hid in the bushes. The white’s idea of war, included women and children. The did not fight like men. Even Grandfather died when his heart gave out.

The question was, now what, after 20 years? She didn’t like the white minister, he was always saying things that made people feel bad, but he did say one thing she liked. It was about forgiveness. As she watched the river flowing over the rocks, she was asking herself, could she? Could she no longer be angry and forgive?

She did learn that not all whites were evil, only some. Some were also for peace. She liked the people of the Quaker Tribe, they had love in their hearts. Some of the women even reminded her of her mother. She looked intently at the water. There was something here, something calling her, perhaps the Creator. But she could not, she just could not forgive. She prayed for strength, and decided she would try again tomorrow.

 

 

 

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

On the Deck

Maine and More 300

As we ride the waves,

further off the coast,

the horizon of infinity,

seems closer.

What is it about the ocean,

that makes us cry?

Your eyes filled with tears,

ready to launch,

as my heart sinks,

looking at your face,

I realize, I was wrong,

like I often am.

Tossed,

as the boat picks up speed,

I want to break my own heart,

can I reach out?

will you pull back?

I risk a kiss,

on your forehead,

as we hold on to the railing,

the words come out softly,

will you forgive me?

I’m sorry I was angry.

You hesitate,

and risk everything, accepting my embrace,

as the sky meets the ocean,

we are one again,

falling into each other’s arms,

healed,

through forgiveness.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Identity

via flicker

If I had a language, and a culture,

like the first people,

I would hold on to them,

close to my heart,

holding on with an iron grip,

and I would spend time,

with brothers and sisters, and cousins,

dancing, singing, feasting,

enjoying the creation, the life.

And if someone took,

my brothers, and sisters, and cousins,

from me, I would be angry,

if someone took my language,

my culture,

then and nowwho I am as a person,

away from me,

I would be angry,

if someone cut my hair,

cut off all our hair,

and threw it in the trash,

so we could look white,

I would be angry,

if someone put us in a school,

to practice being Christians,

to learn how to be white,

I would be angry.

Somehow though,girls in school

in order to survive,

I would have to let it go,

Somehow, I don’t know how,

but somehow,

I would have to learn,

how to forgive,

somehow.

Like Albert White Hat said,

“otherwise it will kill you”.

Forgive, somehow,

then I can be a real person, once again.

albert white hat

Note: This poem is about history, and in particular the boarding schools our nation forced First Nations people to go to. It was difficult to write.

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The River of Life

river in the forest

There is a river,

than runs through us,

opening the gates,

we become human,

channels,

of life,

watering,

the seeds,

of goodness,plant with dirt

growing,

without payment,

in return,

forgiveness surging,

moving through,

canyons,

of love,

the ocean,

waves,

of

healing,

refreshing water,

running through us,

flowing,

there is no time,

for hate.

Let the river flow.

Let it

flow.

river over rocks

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

There is Joy in the Dance

Angelic by kptyson via flickr

We will not be held back,

pushed down,

mocked,

we will rise!

with joy in our hearts,

let the sun shine brightly,

let the love flow,

let forgiveness flow,

let us be a positive,

in this world,

let the people sing,

let the people dance,

joy

is an act of warfare,

We will not be held back,

pushed down,

mocked,

We will rise!

Let the people sing,

let the people dance!

 

Image from Pinterest

Video from youtube

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Frozen People

from althomedecor.tk
from althomedecor.tk

We laugh at our pain to cope

but that only goes so far,

frozen by one layer on top of another,

we search for solutions, to protect ourselves,

building walls like snow forts,

throwing snowballs, aiming high

to get them back.

Where is the sun?

Will we always be stuck here in time?

Clouds over hanging,

ice on our hearts, hurting.

Melt us and help us to live again,

thawed and defrosted,

to love anyway,

even if we are not loved,

and to forgive.

 Fire in the Clouds

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree