Dirty Windows


Alas, dirty windows

Were they quite so grimy before?

Whether inside or without

Cataracts’ dim can’t discern anymore

Accumulated dust, aged cooking grease

Tarnished decades’ rains, their streaks

Dare say, ten million poet’s tears

Shed o’er cruelty of deceits

Unrequited love, shamed beliefs…

I scrubbed and rubbed, in younger years

Ashy swirls remained, view still uncleared

Perhaps these windows weren’t always mine

But inheritance of kin from earlier time

Who walked in shadows which became their dress

Charcoal suits, capes, blouses, vests

Gray veil obscured quest for happiness…

The dying light disturbs me not

Dusk-dark’d clouds tied in aubergine knots

I look forward to end of days

Dirty windows will be replaced

With Glory’s open gates and door

I’ll behold God’s face forevermore

 ©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Time’s Downpour


Unending downpour

Both dust and gritty sand, Time

Free-falling (whimpers

Weighted with light, dark) downward

To very depths of marrow, swims

Through murky thickness

The accumulated deluge

Flood puddles risen

Seep into heart chambers

As afternoon shadows weep…

Do you hear the birds?

Not pre-dawn singing—they scream

Their nerves strung too tight

Inside small feathered bodies

Echoing kindred spirit…

Sudden rain begins

Pattering drops upon leaves

While sharp hailstorm thoughts

Pelt, dry as crushed spices in throat

Formless words of crippled yearning

Hang from cliff edge, eroding…

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Through Iron Gates (Twiglet)


Prompt:  “Through Iron Gates”


Through iron gates

I left you ~ island

Rain’s patter ‘mid

Priest’s final prayer

Grief ran rivulets

My salt-tang despair

Decades change

Naught in chambered

Heart ~ time merely

Ages, burnishes sorrow…

With cane to steady

I return through

Iron gates again

Leave seashells, lei

Circling name I love

Silent etched in stone

Words never heard

Fill breeze in palms

Waft remembrance

Through iron gates

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Past Yonder Sea

Quarantine ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #227

Far past yonder sea

Let us be quarantined, Love

Live or die as one

Hearts grieved, forever waiting

Dreams gone, cast in verdigris


Far past yonder sea

‘Mid hibiscus you linger

Palm trees beckon me

Waves play your voice, make me weep

Held captive ‘cross Time’s blue sea

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Love Letter ‘Mid Corona

I’m linking to Punam’s love poem, in gratitude for her constant encouragement…Love you, sister afar♥


She thought he was dead

Or had forgotten her

Then his letter came

Began with, “did we

Read ‘Love In the

Time of Cholera’


As though interjecting

Thought midst a

Rolling conversation…

He wondered if she was well

If she’d married, had children.

Sounding shyly hopeful, he

Doubted she still had feelings

For him, said his heart had

Not emptied itself of her…

He remembered everything

About her from that last day

How trim she’d looked

In the straight lines of

Her stylish floral dress

Her dark hair which

Mimicked swaying palms

In perfumed breeze

And her eyes, full of pain

Fear, longing, disbelief

Perhaps regret having

Traveled to see him, wishful

Eyes black-lashed wells

Deep with anguish he’d

Not asked, nor

Discerned, the reason for

And how she’d trembled

Beneath tropical sun…

He acknowledged lingering

Ache that he’d let her leave

Asked if she had any desire

To write him again.

It must be a hoax, she

Thought, reading to the end

Yet she recognized his

Same bold-stroke signature

She’d clutched to her

Breast, decades ago…

How could he be alive, he’d

Been much older than she

It was too much to hope

In this panic, Corona’s

Rushing pandemic

That they might share

Second opportunity

For love’s dreams

With no possibility

Of circumventing

Barriers, quarantine.

Which would hurt more—

To ignore his request, or

Spill her heart for him

Again with pen, palsied

Hand’s anxious lines…and

Not see, touch, well-favored

Face memory ne’er discarded?

But surely Time had replaced

It with a stranger’s

Winter ghost…

Quandary quickened her pulse.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Backstairs of Time

Climbed backstairs of Time

Quest to solve myst’ries in mind

Light abyss, make shine

Torment’s hidden treasures rimed

Weep-soaked stones broken for rhyme

Steps askew…defined

Rifts…the Savior realigned

Prayers lift…line on line

Courage, commitment assigned

Faith which Past can’t undermine

Untangled by God Divine

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.