Yet, her knowing visage realizes a humble respect
For dreams, beauty, and love.
Her soft, but mottled hair drifts in the icy breeze
As she stoops to free a frail snow crocus
From the frigid, dusty earth.
Tigerseye
Blue translucence
Of deepest unknown
Dives into the rocky depth;
Roses float upon water
That cannot wash away anger.
Swirling power
Of deepest hate
Thrives upon misery;
Lost children weep
As pawns of a selfish game.
All of it is hurled into the sea;
Each drop of water
As heavy as a glass marble—
A tigerseye to watch and to learn
That hate is a weapon
As volitile as the sea.
Reaching to the Sunlight
A plant sitting in the windowsill
Reaches up to the sunlight
As if drawing a last breath.
Its leaves that were once strong and green
Are leaning wistfully
And are consumed with ugly brown stripes.
The rootbound plant is dying
despite my frantic efforts to save it.
Just as a dying dream reaches up to the sunlight
Before it fades away.
Narcissus
The narcissus of the spring
Matures from a lingering
Green bud into a flowering
Of subtle, but proud beauty
Such is the soul of a woman.
The woman is eager to control
While the child is reluctant to relinquish the soul.
So the struggle ensues-
Grace, Elegance, and Sophistication are the
worthy goals of the woman,
While Security, Honesty, and Simplicity
Are the footholds of the child.
Each is the intimate of the individual.
In the summer, the narcissus begins a new cycle,
As both the woman and the child
Are incorporated into the soul.
Note: These poems are original work written by e.c bradley. This work has been submitted for copyright registration and may not be reprinted in any form without written permission of the author.
