The Perpetual Song

The song, the song,

the perpetual song

in my soul

is stilled--

so gone!

I long, I long

for the swelling of song

in my soul

again--

awake!

Oh song, my song,

oh what can be wrong?

Are you dead? 

I mourn

so long.

And then, oh song,

when I thought you were gone,

I perceived

a flutter--

not strong,

But real! My song!

You're alive, oh, my song!

Oh, I wish I could

speed you

along!

 I'll cradle you, song!

Oh, perpetual song

in my soul--

on you

I wait. 

Poem and photograph by Karen Gladys Henry.  Copyright 2010, all rights reserved.

Waiting For Wind

Waiting for Wind

The moon was full
Up last night
As I
But no wind blew

The sun was full
Hot and persistent
As I
But no wind blew

The river was full
Of silver satin
Drenched in sequins
Sparkling like a diva
Waiting for applause







Karen Gladys Henry
© 2006

"Etude" is a photomontage by Karen Gladys Henry ©2009