Friday, November 7, 2014

Spectrums




I

Caskets,  chains
cracked  and splintered
lay beneath golden grains. 
A rusted lock guards its soul.
 

II
 
Entre la niebla, una cara
Cae una gota.
Llora el cielo.


III
 
A fleeting glimpse
something past
something missed.


IV
 
Qué buena eres cuando sonríes!
Tu cabello alrededor de tu rostro despeja
la ansiedad entre dos seres.


V
 
Souls in a rampage
in a vacuum vent their rage.
Forlorn  within a bed of lies
truth is lost and patiently dies.


VI
 
A smile between us
lingers and for an instant
all else disappears!.
 
A poem by Hugh A. McPherson
Dallas, TX, November 8th, 2014