Emptiness a Beginning

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

Starving Overtime

I miss friendships, caress
the playfulness of nudge.
Without my heart is lonely,
dailyness a dragging trudge.

I miss compassions touch,
cupped in empathy.
The knowledge only passed
in arms of sympathy.

I communicate my love
with handshake, hug, and kiss.
When it’s withheld,
I feel myself dismissed.

Even though I know
right now is not the time.
I fear for every heart,
starving, overtime.

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Floating Silhouette

Original painting by Mary Grace van der Kroef.

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

Autumns Song

Original poem and drawing by Mary Grace van der Kroef, spelling mistakes and all.

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.

Light the Night

My candle shakes
My heart quakes
Yet my face is dry

Raise my flame into the sky
While darkness I defy

Though the flame
Wavers in shame
For I deserve no praise

Night is lit, a living blaze
Flickering hope I raise

Not from my hands
Not by my plans
But hope on wings of love

Lit my flame from up above
Made me now a part of

A beacon wall
That lights the call
Across horizons way

We beckon all to leave the fray
Help deep night to slay

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Gentle Friend

Come again, my gentle friend
From loneliness my heart defend
A moment sit and with me spend
To the present help me attend

Let me feel you gently blow
Refreshing air around me flow
No one else could ever know
The way your spirit helps me grow

I feel you in the quiet take
My hand and shoulder softly shake
Despite despair that makes me quake
In this moment, you know my stake

It is a privilege to commune
In the quiet my doubt you prune
Help me attend and be attune
For from life’s care I’m not immune

Come again forever friend
Into this quiet, come, descend
In this peace, you help to mend
A moment from self transcend

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Red-Winged Knight, Red-Winged Blackbird

He wears a cloak of night
Despite his elbows bright

They flash a vivid red
By them, love is led

She is demure in brown
Stripped is her gown

A mother through and through
To her clutch she’s true

Song of silver notes
In the air, it floats

Then of shrill intent
On defence, it’s bent

A knight in crimson ash
Not afraid to clash

His own he will protect
Demanding all respect

Red-Winged Bird in black
I’ll heed your swift attack

This marsh is where you’ve grown
Amid the reeds, you make a throne

©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020

Water Painting

Original Photo by Mary Grace van der Kroef

The colours in her mind
by them, she’s not defined
vision unrefined
but still a mastermind


Look! The way she moves
painting through the groves
uncaring who approves
every step limits disproves


Just water on the ground
to her, colours abound
spreads it round and round
make believe so profound


Footprints in her wake
dreaming while awake
unafraid, never fake
as they fade, just more to make


When the fun is done
water drys in sun
tears? Not a one
for she’s the one who’s won

© Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020