H. Hennenburg

Time Signature

Posted on 30 May 20197 August 2019 by H. Hennenburg

And yet does she awaken in me
A curiosity
For things I have not thought possible
And draws me out
To where open sits my heart
Surveying all that is unfamiliar
In these surrounds
And listening for the current that comes
To drown out a rhythm
Or create an entirely new time signature
This is her territory
Where a wanderer might just
Jump the tracks
And roll out a steel girded
Foundation for generations to come
Where one act of ferocious love for life
Inspires eyes wide open
In the genetic code
And she invites me into the cornea
Of that copious determination
That what can be
Is already done
And there is no other one alternative
To the path
Or the richness of its rewards

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Thank You

Posted on 27 May 20197 August 2019 by H. Hennenburg

Thank you for the soft cry of seagulls at dawn
and for the quiet hours of early evening on rain-soaked days

Thank you for paper and pen
and for blurred thoughts
and dulled senses

Thank you for loss of control
and the faint light in the neighbour’s window

Thank you for the trickling sound of water in the gutters and chimney
and for the patience of an old friend who ages gracefully next to me

Thank you for the scent of food whose aromas invoke a faraway home
and for places to which we can never return

Thank you for a hard life
punctuated by tiny strokes of genius
and for the bounty of fortune that, at least once, ensued

Thank you for my country and this country
and for the known and unknown pairs of arms and hands that brought me here

Thank you for the gifts that I will never receive
and for the gift of never receiving them

Thank you for frailty and openness and exposure
and for the fear of falling
and for the fall

Thank you for the journeys that never end
and for hopeless dreams that beg us to differ

Thank you, for there is a shoreline on both sides
and countless untold truths between them

Thank you for the words and music
for all the bridges crossing steep valleys
and for canyons cutting through forgotten land

For all the things we should never forget
and scarcely recall

Thank you for the blood of it all
that courses while it can
and for the wee bit of light that stems the flow

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Release The Hounds

Posted on 22 May 20197 August 2019 by H. Hennenburg

Kindness
Has arrived at this doorstep
An open playground beyond.
Withering brilliance
Falls away for truer light.
Predisposed to love as I am,
What choice do I have but to play?
For I am one
Who needs nothing but to be.
And every living thing
Moves inside the heart
That surrenders to freedom
That allows the wave of the unknown
To carry it aloft and untethered
Into new realms of possibility.
So I unzip my skin
And release the hounds
For their faith is inherent
As is my glee to follow.

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Chasm

Posted on 19 May 201921 September 2019 by H. Hennenburg

Chasm

Let it affect you
It is of you
Came from you
Hear what it has to say
Listen with an inward ear
Because no one is going to tell you truths like this
Feel it
Like it holds tomorrow in the palm of its hand
Because for all you know
It is the key to your every last breath
And your every wakeful passage into life
More life!
More stars and rivers and canyons – and love
More love to fill the chasm
That is space
That is everywhere
That is us
We are the passion that feeds life
When it spills forth from your mind
– from the love that is in your heart –
Listen!
It is there to affect you
It is there to protect you
To fill and project you
Because you are not alone
You are not all one
And the one
Is not all
Without you

Joyfully linking to Poets United.

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Howl

Posted on 18 May 20197 August 2019 by H. Hennenburg

Hear the coyotes yip and bay
As the night becomes a living thing
Under the ignited charge of their calling breath
A chorus united and moving as one
A chortling wave across the open land

Feel the tingling prick of electricity
The crisp chill of primal recognition
Scoring a vibratory channel
Through the brass of your teeth
The drum of your skull
The steel of your spine
Launching you from your place of comfort
Into your tribal home
Where there is no roof
And there are no doors
And we are hunted by the grip of our howl

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The Gift Of Each Other

Posted on 18 May 20197 August 2019 by H. Hennenburg

It was a war-torn yesterday
Sometimes I still wake up
And forget to pray
Pray for the living
The souls who made it through
Pray for the dying of the fears,
The sacrifice that blew through us
Pray for the waters that rinsed us clean
Pray for the loss of damn near everything
So we can breath this fresh air

Sometimes I wake sad
Because I remember
Prayers are not requests
They are thank yous
And I still carry the scars of desperation that is wanting by nature
But in truth, in sweet everlasting truth,
I am desperate for nothing
I want for nothing, and never was I in need,
Because this love was in me all along
And these scars?
They are only reminders
That I am responsible

And when the day comes,
It has me holding hands with my sisters and my brothers
And I can feel the circuitry
I can taste the music on my tongue
And we stand in this circle
And we pray for this fire that lights our faces
And ignites our smiles
And gives us the gift of each other

We pray for the morning
We pray that our hearts have won
We pray that we are not singular,
But one
And “I” is not a burden
We must bear anymore

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