Be it desired.
Is it required?
Can it be comprehended?
Felt beneath the skin
Less experienced?
Does it demand participation?
Accumulation?
Confrontation of facts?
Left raw
Or baked through life
Can it be digested and invested?
Intellectual
Or emotional
A pinch of both extremes
Too lend potency
To empathy
Two parted yet a whole
Understand
how understanding
Demands humility
While standing high and bold.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
(Stephen’s word)
For the Words of Weight project.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
Wriggle
It creeps upon the leaf
Tinny furry creature
eat at peace
Then appears a second
A third
to crunch and munch
Soon a hoard of creepers
Making leaves contented lunch
Once a glowing beauty
Stripped
of gilded filigree
Weaving wreathing nests
Across a naked frame
Living drips
Her ravaged beauty
Proclaim
Waiting through the darkness
Chrysalis
of change
Until upon her skeleton
wings they all display
Watch
the bared darling
Don a gown of brown
Trimmed
with greying fur
Moths become her crown
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
In a moment
With a motion
Snapping fingers
Holding time
Hear a song
Slip away
Into a world
Of the sublime
Ask no questions
Of the quiet
In between
The rhythm snap
Let it’s pull
Feed the wonder
Giving answers
Meters map
Comes an ending
To the journey
Settle back
Into the skin
Taking with you
Shards of heaven
Memories
A dreamers inn
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
Locked,
in the safety
of grounding touch.
Warmth,
giving knowledge
of another’s life.
Accepted,
despite the flow
of wretched tears.
Sharing,
weights
without a word.
Intimate,
trust given
and received.
Released,
yet held in treasured
memory.
Lingering,
on skin
despite distance.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
(Hug, for my Words of Weight project. John’s word.)
Trembles only felt,
never seen by the world at large
have given roots strength.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
How do you catch a cloud
and pin it down?
Or corner a thing
that floats in wisps
ethereal wings?
Raise a hand and feel it weep,
cold drops to
spatter feet.
What heart could
pin it so,
speak the chastising word, no?
A nature not
made for earth.
Still waters hearts with tears of mirth.
Even when billows build,
muddled air, heated, then chilled.
Particles, a dancing clash
building energies full blast,
to strike the hand, pin poised.
A nature feared
also enjoyed.
You could never win.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
Inspiration by:
‘Maria’
by Oscar Hammerstein II and Richard Rodgers
It came skipping
in exuberance unchecked.
A child with something to say.
It left,
deflated.
Dismissed by the one it would engage,
and aged.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
.
Creak of staircase sounds.
Eyes through spindles peering.
“I’m thirsty Mommy.”
.
The clock ticks constant.
Refrigerator purring.
Air through nose louder.
.
Rolling over, pops.
Rejected sheets whisper,
one more bathroom trip.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
Mary Grace Writing 