Chain of OneChain of One By Tarl N. Telford 12-03-08Chain of One
I am shackled to the sun. Each day drags me forward –
From dawn’s first kiss To moonlight’s soft embrace. Powerless I am to resist. A handful of grass or fistful of daisies Does not, will not, slacken my pace. Yet trouble it brings – For once uprooted cannot grow.
How I long to burrow sweet earth And send forth shoots, anchors To protect me from daily ravages Of brightly burning hourglass.
Trees turn their faces to watch As I speed sullenly by. What freed
Stained Glass CeilingStained Glass Ceiling By Tarl N. Telford 11-29-08Stained Glass Ceiling
A thousand painful bloodied cracks - Mirror’d ceiling and ribbon’d back. A life of effort, bruised and stained Forged of laughter, spite and pain, Pressing down; each movement brings From fractured tapestry lashing stings.
Angel dreams I hold inside Where pain and sadness oft preside. Marble heart adamantine sewn, Tatter’d wings graft heartache to bone; Thes
