by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Feb 19, 2023 | poetry
I love the imagery of trees, green, spring things …How wonderful is imagination that we can carry such things in our mind’s eye even when they cannot be seen with the eyes!
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 31, 2022 | poetry
Breathless It is as though time has halted briefly, Allowing me to reach back and grasp That which I thought forever lost. A sensation of standing at a scenic lookout, High up a mountain road, Leaning over the edge, Enraptured by the view. With my full weight resting...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 31, 2022 | poetry
GAMES There are games, played by children on schoolyards, Scratched with chalk on sidewalks, Made up as they go along With rules that change As often as the players. And games, played by youths on flat green fields, With gear and referees, Governed by associations...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 31, 2022 | poetry
A Cry for Help I sit alone at night And wish on cold unyielding stars As I’ve cried on cold uncaring shoulders And ask of myself and God -WHY? The cry of a homeless child Seeking a strong hand; A sharp, harsh voice penetrates my soul And again I ask only – WHY?...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 31, 2022 | nature, poetry
Surveying Property in Alabama Acres of yellow wild flowers carpet a field Soft and fragrant beneath the hooves of grazing cattle. A half mile further west, another is clothed in white. A pond mirrors the blue of the April sky As a single white cloud admires its own...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 31, 2022 | poetry
…..Nevertheless My mind recalls unholy things, Times when I was cruel. My heart, with rising sorrow rings In deafening, clashing duel. (…Nevertheless, I am still with thee.) Selfishly blinded by my own needing, I struggle through each day Hardened against Thy...
