James M. Nordlund
(U. S. A.)
Two poems by
James M. Nordlund
Glean
Waves spraying our faces, for, we don’t walk the walk.
The beaches edge, which ever changes, is where we,
Sky, earth, moon and sea meet.
Breezing through the strong breeze, the
Fuller our lung the lighter we’d run,
It was to be; with ease.
As reality, she and I stalked ourselves
In those shells silences, like when
We leaped from a slip on a rock to the next; well.
Then sitting still, we glistened, the sun splashing
Through us; as the ocean’s and our salt were one.
Her thoughts and mine flowed,
Our feelings were its ebb and flow.
Nature, true, would not be unsung.
That blue gray cloudy day found us in the end.
Finding it by moons ray, our ears to waves did lend.
it was as our footprints,
Truly there, _til waves did gently lift.
For, if it were that we heldit,
Like sand grasped, it wouldn’t be a gift.
Winged
Walking through this valley grayed,
Whence mountains have been laid
Low, I follow not, nor lead,
Being unleveled, unknown.
Though, still I’m one, and the
Footprints I do not leave,
Trace none. Yet,
For every eagle feather glided this
Way, I stand. it may be our
Sister’s and brother’s last hand,
That’s if they be the family of
man, and men be man.
it’s said, one who will raise the
Dead will come, and, as well, lead
All on. I raised but a few sights
Further, so I doubt that one will
Walk this way. Though, the Life
Is indivisible, there’s only you,
Here and now !
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