The Wall of Fog Does Churn and Reach

The Wall of Fog Does Churn and Reach

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

If the wall of fog does churn and reach If it breaks revealing the sun If creepy entropy robs my marrow If I find myself in peaceful rest If everything I own was suddenly dust If everything I own was suddenly gold If I captured a sunrise in a poem If I alienated everyone I know If it was suddenly illegal to be me If I am celebrated on high Though I be blessed Though ...

Creator of Leaves – A Poem

Creator of Leaves – A Poem

|Awe|Aaron Blakeley

Creator of Leaves - A poem - Aaron Blakeley- Blogger Writer Poet

Once in a restaurant after eating morning rays illuminating distant trees I lamented my being, not in the forest amongst the leaves How desire burned in me a deep sigh I have heaved from my responsibility, I longed for a moments reprieve And not to nap or be entertained To get lost in the embrace of nature and to consider the creator of this creature For in me and surely in you a wild abandon does ...

Deaths Nest – A Poem

Deaths Nest – A Poem

|Children|Aaron Blakeley

This is for children that I have seen Their legs move, and their frames careen Across the earth, till they lay to rest At a desk chair which is actually deaths nest.

Category: Children, poem, Poetry

Heart Full of Leaves

Heart Full of Leaves

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

A heart full of leaves - poem - Aaron Blakeley - Gideon in leaves

I do no rake my yard I do not mow it My wife loves a clean kept place, but my heart longs for nature to take all that order we people produce and dash it with attrition and careful vines that reach and stretch and crush and nash and mince and rot and grow and change and mature and die   With my heart full of leaves and light peeking through trees and a mind focused ...

Category: poem, Poetry

White Robes, Read and Black Armor – Poem

White Robes, Read and Black Armor – Poem

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

Bathed in light - Poem by Aaron Blakeley

The lights are fluorescent The children are bored bathed evenly White robes, red and black armor It is a lovely game, Defend! Block and break brown and tope skin bathed evenly in White robes, red and black armor Little bodies, move and grow Disciplined with play skill not yet learned bathed evenly White robes, red and black armor They are warriors! Prepare! the world for us parental beasts It is hard and bathed evenly in ...

The Great Cloth – Poem

The Great Cloth – Poem

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

The Great Cloth - Poem By Aaron Blakeley

I have seen a great cloth covering my light pin holes in the black cloth in constellations like stars what if I was like that me a cloth covering the light inside every like I chose to touch was another pin hole constellations form one source of light

Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

Have been working with my kids a lot on manners but this applies to so much more. With foster or adoptive kids sometimes they come with so many things troubling them. I have see a child go from wild animal to troubled human to maybe one-day well-balanced adult. I have also been reading quite a bit of Shel Silverstein and thought that adding some artwork other than pictures to the poems and posts might be ...

Stuck Eggs and Cheese

Stuck Eggs and Cheese

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

Stuck Egg and Cheese Featured Image - Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Synopsis I do a lot of dishes being a foster parent of a varying amount of kids can be difficult. Sometimes after dealing with meltdowns, homework, managing their chores and making sure we have fun I like to settle down to a nice large pile of dishes that need to be hand washed. Obviously, that is a lie, I would rather read, watch T.V., sleep or rock quietly in the corner and weep softly. I always ...

Category: poem, Poetry, Worship

What Is Real Treasure

What Is Real Treasure

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

What is Real Treasure - Poem Aaron Blakeley

Around the proverbial campfire Fueled by the thermal decay of culture and civilization The sky was dark, and the stars turned lazily Cold and deep as the void. Is it the void? Two humans sit you and me Huddled together for warmth Greedy, hungry the fire sustains us Warm and bright like withering innocence Is it youth? You and I discuss values Under a blanket that is priceless Us made of the very same material ...

Category: poem, Poetry