Can You See?
by Jack Hurd

Pleasant view beneath my brow
Pointing in blue caressed with brown
Rest upon that beautiful place
Set so boldly within my face
A tear will fall in a minute of joy

Pleasant view beneath my brow
Lashes swirl in constant view
Stare slowly and softly but at who
It’s that one this day to be true
Inside, my fears may command my tears.

Only to cleanse that pain not real
In doubt of less than you
Pleasant view beneath my brow
Searching, seeking in reverence to thou
Peace down deep we pray how

Pleasant view beneath my brow
Even covered can I not peek
Above and below from side to side
This lid unfolds a part of me
That precious sight, that gathered we see

​Jack Hurd 2015
dociemae@yahoo.com

In My Feelings
by Jack Hurd

Am I that light bread, that white bread that one just kneads and kneads between the five fingers of the hand until I’m dough? 

Now what? 

You think I can be shaped and molded all over again? 

No, you are not my maker. As a matter of fact, do you have a moment? 
A moment: the petite messenger that shapes and molds the both of us daily. Minute by minute as a matter of fact. Every time, we, you, and me. Blink your eyes and believe it or not, our changes are being made. Oh yes, even as we speak! By the time I got through a word, a statement, our emotion just went from one way to another. 

All I’m saying is we are together in this walk. You are to help me, and I am to help you. And together possibly we can see a positive growth, change for the betterment of both lives. 

You know! You and me. 

Stay with me. 

I need your help. Really— 
All that’s being said is that we’re all the same. 

What puts one beyond the other in human terms is that one may be consistently studying, and performing what he studies, to become more intelligent than the other. 

Think! 

As a matter of fact, don’t we all begin our day the same as the other? 
Each day to knead and shape and mold all over again?

Jack Hurd
dociemae@yahoo.com