Faye Sizemore
EYES OF THE HEART
The sorcerer stands
… wood in hands
dreaming back
to olden lands
The beauty he sees
he does save
as he casts the magic
of his lathe
With carving knife
he brings forth
wood – trapped memories
of another’s life
He sets the imprisoned
tree spirits free
and brings them forth
for all to see
God has so decreed…
stay awhile he should
and free the spirits
from the wood…
©Copyright January 29, 2005 by Faye Sizemore
STEVE
There once was a red devil named Steve,
Whose wonderful humor you could not believe.
His poetry was really fine,
Which drew out a lot of brine,
Hats off to the red devil named Steve.
Now although his woodwork is fantastic
… he wears those coveralls
because his drawers… they have no elastic
I love my friend Steve… but can honestly believe
when he reads this… he’s gonna be spastic…
©Copyright May 15, 2005 by Faye Sizemore and Siddika Hirji
FOR STEVE BRANDENBURG
Steve Brandenburg: May 1947 - December 2007I have built a house within my heart
for all of my friends to live
Each one has a permanent room
though some of the windows
are draped in black
and the tenets are never coming back
Grief is mine… and I am selfish…
I horde their memories with relish
Inside is stored essences of each
… of good times and bad
of all the things that have been
I can lift the curtains when I am sad
and they all laugh and live again…
Steve lives there now…
with a Red Devil painted upon his door
Inside I can hear his laughter
and wood shavings falling upon the floor…
©Copyright December 27, 2007 by Faye Sizemore
THE LAST NOTE
I heard Taps played today
but I was not there
I was many miles away
I saw the hands fold the flag
that covered the casket where he lay
I saw the trembling hands accept…
hands her wedding vows had kept
There was an echo on the wind
as I heard the bugler begin
Believe me when I say
… in my heart…
I heard Taps played today
Listen close… if you will…
The last note is echoing still…
©Copyright December 31, 2007 by Faye Sizemore