Old made new..

Published October 16, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

It is all new

this town of old..

as the simple beauty began to unfold

Seeing it with new eyes

It all came alive..

It’s vibrant, it’s real

awakens my soul..

enjoying watching people living their lives

laughing and chatting or

lost in their thoughts –

moments that matter

all at a cost..

Even those less fortunate-

the ones that reside outside-

show a sense of belonging,

adding beauty to the nitty gritty of the hard life they hold,

but never told..

These magnificent old buildings – the secrets they house – so many lives passed through their doors with the many stories hidden inside

They groan and moan, as if they are waiting to share with us, the lives unknown..

The past brings me present

I am reminded once more

That home is always home

no matter how I’ve grown

and old becomes new as it filters through you..

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Pain, The Poet

Published October 13, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

Beautiful

Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

Pain, the Poet

Those who forgive,

Can they be poets,

For where is the poetry but

In released pain?

Pain, the fire breathing mist

Rising to rain.

Pain, the reddening blood

filling the veins,

The river of the soul.

Pain, the rooting to the sacral tree,

Birthing stories and songs,

Creating new souls out of barren wombs.

Pain, the cries from scattered tribes

Reaching for limbs and branches,

Anything to hold onto until dawn’s light.

Pain, the songs of ancestral curses

Clinging to the cells like webs

To be cleared in spring.

Pain, the dead rooting of loss

Blocking the secret chamber of the heart,

Where peace resides.

Pain, the tenant evading eviction,

Holding truth hostage

From inner sight

And auric brilliance.

Pain, the dirges and the hymns,

The shadows, dislodged and

Transmuted but not forgotten

In the poetry of forgiveness

And the forgiveness of poetry.

©2017/11/07 Barbara Harris Leonhard…

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when the sun goes down..

Published October 8, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

Each change

is another goodbye..

Doesn’t mean I’ll fall or that I’ll cry

I have learned to read between the lines..

I feel you in the empty

I hear you in the quiet

You are the rhythm that moves me

stills me..

while life happens

we keep grooving to our sound

creating our own kind of tempo

changes may come

changes may go

I will not fear

together we stand tall..

I know what love is

And

When the sun goes down

You & I will still be found..

Beauty & Chaos

Published October 8, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

gentle words, harsh ones

loud words, quiet ones

all telling us something..

they are golden moments

Rare, precious and fleeting..

changing us – enlightening us –

parts of each one

making a whole..

freeing, growing and all knowing

we won’t walk this way again..

are you present

or just there..

really seeing and aware of all the love and care

that fill the atmosphere..

It is that air that fills our lungs with love, joy and despair..

I choose to care

I’ll let your chaos be my beauty..

The shallow..

Published September 30, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

In the shallow now

far from the top

The crash & burn don’t churn my insides much anymore..

I have let go

discovering so much more than I thought I could know..

braved it out

walked it through coming back to what i knew..

I love the past and its’ aftermath

I thrive in the now

I strive for tomorrow

as i borrow the hope for all we dream of..

The light of that hope shutters the beat of my heart

Fluttering my eyes and keeping me afloat..

there is no sinking

there is no fear

for only you

fill my atmosphere..

Days of old..

Published September 24, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

anticipation is

running strong

Thoughts and memories of days long gone..

nerves and excitement fill the air

while some walk around to shy too share

others are living, walking vibrant stories

waiting to unfold with friends of old..

Father Time we can’t rewind — yet the past is vibrant in their minds..

we see it dancing in their eyes – the joy spills over and for a time

past and present intertwine..

It’s good, it’s right

their hearts delight and they let themselves get lost to the magic of the night..

And the days of old become moments of gold..

broken bones

Published September 19, 2018 by lamarrwenrich

Raining in my heart

A cleansing of the old..

Renewing of a start

A beacon of hope has begun exactly where I stand..

it’s not in the big things

Nor the mountain tops high..

It’s the steady and

The slow in the things we don’t know..

the moments in between

The quiet unseen..

where the bones are scattered

The feet are crushed

And all the craziness is silenced and hushed..

The bones come together as the rain gently flows..

reshaping and transforming hope as it grows

I welcome the broken,

the scars and the pain-

my heart keeps growing

it’s never in vain..