Heart Waves
An ocean wave now wildly heaving,
with inner turmoil boiling, seething,
with fearful undulations weaving,
breathing the mystery of life.
Then shall we fear the sea
and shall we fear our fate
and shall we rue the hours that die,
too late, always too late?
No! Let us join our hands
and dance to the faint melody of love
whispering in wind and sea,
and deep below our breath,
pulsing a song of hope
through our lives
and past our death!
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All our lives so brief, so weak,
falling against eternal shores
in what pattern, each to our part?
Against rocks of time
our blood flows:
our family in waves,
keeping time in love
with an ever more human heart.
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(The golden head of
Lord Ganesh, beloved
elephant-headed god of India,
protector of homes and womben,
is displayed in India
on a heart-shaped Sacred Basil Tulsi leaf,
doorway amulet touched for blessings.)
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Great big Elephant ears,
Japanese Knot-weed,
‘invasive species.’
These plants make thickets
by the road.
I will use your round
heart-shaped leaves
as ‘baskets’
for our father’s ashes.
We’ll toss them ceremonially
into the sea.
I’ll pluck fifty perfect ones
to make our ‘boats.’
A beach stone
and some ashes sprinkled,
will float tossed on the waves,
long enough
to carry our circle’s
songs and tales of love
organically to sea, and deep within.
Survivors,
our hearts hold safe
Donald's belov’d
bouquet.
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Gemini,
a gift of gems:
small garnets from a broken necklace:
“make something for the twins.”
My girls, dark jewels
given into my love for keeping,
gift to the future,
mending the broken circle of the past.
I will make of myself a setting
in which each of you
may grow into a beauty of your own.
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There’s not much ‘gap’ on grandma’s lap
but in the space between the generations
there’s room for winds of change to blow---
new combinations,
space for the future’s laughing face to grow,
room on my knee for sanity.
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018