Emptiness
a whitening out
blotting up the mess.
But left alone
it is a throne
of utter loneliness.
Emptiness
a freeing find
but only for the brave.
The clutter gone
now be strong
or line a bleached out grave.
In emptiness
it’s possible
for newness to begin.
Choose, create
or open gates
let possibility win.
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
This is how I fly
Try to touch a cloudless sky
Fear I will defy
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
Silhouette upon the waves,
floating over unknown graves.
Ever on towards the light,
yet ever shrouded in the night.
Hear the sound as ripples pass
as the wind propels its mass.
There the ship of constant dreams
journeys on through all extremes.
No port to find, no home to hail.
Forever doomed to onward sail.
Glimpse the Captain where he stands,
points ahead with outstretched hands.
Dreams aglow within his face,
of loneliness there is no trace.
A hero or a madman? Both.
Holding on to dreamers oath.
Passing towns and shipping lanes.
Care for them? None remains.
Busy chasing swirling thoughts,
lost in future plans and plots.
If only he would look this way,
see my wave, remember day.
But ever focused on he goes.
When will he end? No one knows.
© Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
Too large for the swing?
Be the push that brings on joy
power to employ.
Grief
When you long
When your strong
Though you’ve lost
Know the cost
When there’s hope
Through grief you cope
When one is gone
Yet life goes on
No
This grief is never wrong
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
Note: Many of the images I draw and add writing to have spelling mistakes. It may be unprofessional to share them, but I don’t care. The raw images hold meaning for me. So I still share them as is. Thank you for understanding and reading despite my mistakes.
Starting with the crowning leaves
it trickles down with slow intent
until all burn with crimson glow
a constant wave, hours, days old
Watch the tree be kissed by fire
red, yellows, lingering greens
ombre waves, a colour tide
how long until it all consumes?
Converts each leaf as colours flirt
and flit, and drip, and turn
not alone, it kisses all
each a different hue
Fire transformed to gold as
light skips from maple to aspen
from sugar to quaking
autumn overtaking
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
Listen to the crowning leaves
Their glory days proceed with ease,
The wind gives to them a voice.
They shout, with shaking leaves, rejoice.
First time snow has run away
Autumn has another day.
Leaves of gold shimmering shine
Their dying days a heaven shrine
They do not weep as down they fall
They lay their royal carpet for all
And all can play in piles of gold
Rich or poor, young or old.
Soon there gold will turn to brown
But in their cries there is no frown
It’s well known they’ve earned their rest
A golden crown marks them as blessed
The first time snow has come and gone
So autumn sings us one last song.
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2019
Today is Canadien Thanksgiving. I wish you all a safe, peaceful day.
Thank you for the food I eat
Even though I can’t taste it
Thank you for the warmth of home
Even though I’m still chill
Thank you for my loved ones
Even though my heart is lonely
Thank you for the laughter
Even though I don’t join in
Thank you for each breath
Despite this heavy chest
I know I’m only breathing
Because I have life left
So, I am still thankful
I chose to hold that tight
Because each beat, each blink
Is a gift and helps me fight
– Give Thanks
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
Who you’re with is not your worth
nor is who you’ve lost
Your girth is not your total sum
nor what you make
nor what you become
The thing inside that is alive
whether you’re dead or not
That is the thing that is your worth
it can not be measured
weighed
or bought
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
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