I-The Wretch(The Return only in the Distance)

Forgiveness Mandala by Wayne Stratz (Photo credit: Nutmeg Designs)

Themes on Forgiveness Trilogy

 

I-Regret(The Wretch)

II-Redemption(The Return)–Forthcoming

III-The Look Back(Experience)–Forthcoming

 

                                       

                                   

 

                          The Wretch(The Return only in the Distance)

Help Save Me

Help Save Me From Myself

The Rub of Jack Ketch’s Stranglehold, the Well Weathered Three Strand Twist of Rope,

Tied Around a Denying Heart,  Forever Unrelenting ,

Steadily Pulled Down into a Foggy Morass,  Own Sentencing,

Judge, Jury, and Executioner at The Ready for Years

Layered Guilt, and Self Loathing So Deep and  Under Hard and Rocky Soils

And Time Quells Not The Cold Fears

A Freedom Only a Willingness Away

(To Openly Forgive,  be Able  to Ask Forgiveness,  Make Amends)

The Wretch(The Return only in the Distance)© 2012 Leonard.C. Gesinski 082/27/2012(2100)

Special Thanks to Alma Delacruz Gossman for the Inspiration Behind This Piece, a Thread and Conversation about Forgiveness This Past Week. Alma is an Outstanding Poet and Artist. One of My Many Online Friends Who are Forever  Turning  Me Onto New Ideas, Viewpoints, Outstanding Writing, and Art.

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Saturday’s View of Churchill Woods

Magpies at play (Photo credit: Joseph Swan.)

English: Mighty Oak Oak trees border Churchill Drove. What scenes these oaks must have witnessed when this part of the Chase was a royal hunting ground. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Saturday with Friends and Family 028 (Photo credit: -DjD-)

Saturday’s View of Churchill Woods

 

Bright Sun

Dancing Between Lazy White Pillowed Clouds

Atop Blue Skied Canvas

Rays of Brilliant Light, Reflecting Off the Gentle Lapping Water’s Hidden Currents

Bullfrog, Centerstaged on Lillypad

Watches on as Whimsical Dragon Flies Skim Water’s Surface

Canadian Geese Chasing after the Promise of Stale Bread

as Human Observers Crunch Crabgrass Underfoot, Binoculars in Hand

The Poison Ivy Winds It’s Way Up The Mighty Oak, in Shadowed Canopies

as the Cardinals, Wayward Blue Jays, and Smallish Sparrows Trade Songs

Warm Summer Breeze, Wildflowers, Daisies, and Dandelions Dance along Forested Edges

Mother Nature in all Her Summer Glory, Weeks Away from Coming to a Close

as the Days of Fall Inch Closer Still

Saturday’s View of Churchill Woods© 2012 Leonard.C. Gesinski 08/25/2012(1900)

The Bridge

Grave Marker Theology (Photo credit: mtsofan)

English: Cranwell Swing Bridge, Kennet and Avon Navigation The fisherman sits peacefully, knowing that neither he nor his quarry will be disturbed by passing boats, as this stretch of the waterway was still unnavigable in 1976. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bridges over frozen waters (Photo credit: Allie’s.Dad)

The Bridge

 

In The Days and Months Following Your Passing,

Finding Myself Still Staring at the Grave Marker.

The Touch of Fingers to the Cold Marble,

Holding Out for and Wishing for Just One More Touch of Hands, a Wish to Rekindle What Once Was.

Still Unable to Exorcise the Revenant of Times Past.

The Foggy Dreams, a Distant Figure Imploring, a Silent Pleading,  a Beckoning Forward.

Then Two Crossing a Bridge Spanning a Murky Expance, Heading to Opposite Sides,

Turning Briefly, and  Facing Each Other…..

Knowing Smiles are Exchanged, a Silent Knowing between the Two

 

One of This Life and Time…the Here and Now, and One having Transcended the Shackles of Mortality.

 

The Bridge© Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved 08/16/2012

Free Form Haiku for 08/20/2012

 

English: Cordyline fruticosa (small red form). Location: Maui, Haiku (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Art Relecting Art, Reflecting on Art (Photo credit: cobalt123)

 

Free Form Haiku for 08/20/2012

 

 

 

Plundered Heart Abused

 

Abrogate Perception Now

 

Future Holds Bleakness

 

 

 

Liquid Soul Diffused

 

Empty Spaces Darkness Coat

 

Impervious Light

 

Free-Form Haiku for 08/20/2012© Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved 08/19/2012

 

Scabbard of Secrets

English: Cookham dagger and scabbard, British Museum (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Scabbard of Secrets

 

Briefest Reflection, of a Face

Glimpsed Between, Licks of Flame.

Silently Reflected Upon,

the Blade of a Gleaming Dagger.

Lifelong Wish of Excising, a Well Rooted Darkness Within.

And All it Would Take, Is an ever Tempting Twist of the Dagger.

 

So Sweet

So Close

And Yet,

So Very Far

 

Beginning to End

The Briefest Glance of a Checkered Life

Where

The Common Low Caitiff

Becomes The Hunted

 

A Flip of Conscience,

Voices of Unaccounted Innocents

Feed Into the Thunderous Cacophony

 

Scabbard of Secrets© Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved 07/05/2012

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