Poetry Yet Again

Signs
By Carolyn kay Armistead
March 2014

On Ash Wednesday
Our mark can
Be seen
That isn't to say
That it goes away
It is always
There
The cross,
Signed on our
Foreheads,
A reminder
We are sealed
Forever
As Christ's own.
That though
We are but dust
To which we
Shall return,
We shall yet
Live on.


For Michael
By Carolyn Kay Armistead
March 2014

I feel privileged
To watch you
Paint the music
That you hear
Inside.
The colors and shapes
Fantastic
Beautiful
Coalesce
And Collide
Reality
And dreams
Truth
And illusion
All there
In fluid
Fusion.

A Portrait
By Carolyn Kay Armistead
March 2014

Though you've never
Met her
You see her
Her beauty
Her depth
The compelling blue
of her eyes.
Your painting
Has struck all of us
Who know
This lovely
Young woman;
A child I've known
Since she was two,
Now grown
And far from home.