Tag Archives: Poetry
The gentle call and response
Gently you call to me as the night settles in and the dawn a distant friend; I switch on the lamp and under the golden glow write these words, the gentle responding © Meisaan Chan
How I love words, says the Lord
I have spoken, says the Lord and love to speak and speak and speak: move your hand to the sound of my voice, caress me with the strokes of your pen; form the shape of my chin, my ears, the … Continue reading
Resuscitation
With the writing of my soul, a release: the earth sighs the winds swirl again © Meisaan Chan
Perspective
Big blackbird lifts into the sky and above the scraggly trees; well, I call them scraggly she calls them beloved © Meisaan Chan
Clues
I. And before all this, I looked out the window only because I saw a red, glowing rectangle pasted on my hotel wall. The clue. So I turned. II. The red, rising sun peeked from behind the clouds, then continued … Continue reading
Show me something of the soul
“Show me something of the soul,” I say to God. “Keep writing,” God says to me. © Meisaan Chan
