Sunday, September 29, 2013

Epitaph ~

If as an epitaph to me
you write, 
"she was good at parties
 talked left and right 
 at dinner 
smiled at bores 
and made her hostess laugh"
I'll surely read the words ~

Or if you say, 
"she could be outspoken 
  but she didn't lie 
  didn't vacillate to please the crowd 
  people knew just where she stood 
  but there was room to pass around." 
  I'll hear the words ~

But if you show 
you think of me 
by saying nothing to a crowded room 
but miss me 
when the lilacs bloom 
when the first snowflakes fall 
I'll know you loved me 
best of all ~ 

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Sweet Time ~

Sweet time, exaggerated days 
early beginning at dawn's light 
silent time on the edge of dark 
angels singing quietly, watching 
mankind, throw back the covers 

first sunrays strike my face 
topping the crest over the valley 
sky, rose- streaked coral 
wide awake, wild canaries hail me 

umbilical cord tying me to heaven 
logic eludes me on such a morn 
but the exotic and prickly sense 
of pulsating, throbbing life
impinges, bombards from my toes 
to my astonished eyes 

my heartbeat up several notches 
smiles cavorting 

salivating touch and texture 
rough as tree bark, smooth silk 
aroma, lavender and wild roses 
in the liquid silence, I stand 
stretch, acknowledge this new day
this brand new, beautiful day!
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photo is my friend Lorraine's 
thank you for allowing me to use it
www.photosandstuffl.blogspot.com 

Monday, September 23, 2013

Lines To My Daughter ~

My daughter
I would place a shining token 
in your hand tonight
not wrought of silver ~  neither yet of gold 
for silver tarnishes and gold is bought 
my gift must be of substance 
shining stuff from which my dreams of you are made 

its center and circumference is love
without love one cannot be part of pain 
or glory or of lilting laughter 

it must be tinted with the flush of early dawn 
as on the day you came to me 
all blanketed in newness 
with the star-dust of eternity
within your eyes ~  so strangely used to seeing 

encircling it ~  there is a mist of blues 
the blue of evening when we watched 
the quiet stars appear ~ the smiling blues of April 
when we sought the first green tender bud 
and there is just a trace of blues or grayish cast 
when in our hearts and all about  ~ showers threatened 
and you'd lay your hand protectingly in mine 

over all there is the peace of cloistered pools 
I'd sit upon a rock ~  while you
would place your firm dancing toes into the stream
and laugh ~ and laughing nourish me!
much more I'd offer you ~  my daughter 
courage, constancy and faith 
but these are not my gifts to give 
but His who gave to me ~  the gift 
of the utter loveliness of you!

Friday, September 20, 2013

Bright Magic ~

Your intellect 
could clip the substance 
of my words 
in half 
finish off the circle 
that I thought was square 
find the answer 
where I didn't look 
reduce my mind 
to jelly made of tears 

Instead ...
you make my shadows 
into shapes 
my words to phrases
full of thought 
my tongue turns readily to wit 
until I wonder 
where my substance hid 
'til I met you.
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... and he is also an amazing photographer 
photo is his ...

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

For a Good Friend ~

How nice to sit with you 
over a cup of coffee
and not have to say anything

How good that you 
do not try to entertain me
or pass the quiet time 
by a lot of chatter 

How restful that
you do not care 
what the neighbors are doing
nor would you tell me 
if they did hold your interest briefly 

Even if I might be annoyed with you
you never hold a grudge 
but only look 
to our resumed friendship 
waiting patiently for me
to make a move 
to show I'm feeling better 

I appreciate 
your lack of criticism 
and your apparent forgetfulness 
when I have forgotten 
to show you my love

I too will try 
to be more patient 
when you prefer to ---

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dig in the flowers
chase the squirrels
or bark at the neighbor's cat! 

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Spoons ~

Why in books do lovers sleep like spoons
as though one life could curl so close 
against another
sleep without the turning of a leg 
the cramping of an arm?

no spoon would have your neck 
your ears to tickle with the warmth of breath 
your shoulders waiting to be hugged 
until you turn to catch the lips
that linger on your back

thrust all thoughts of sleep 
into a drawer with silver spoons ~

photo is from pxleyes.com

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Midnight Visitor ~

when the clouds have wrapped around the night 
and trees have caught the stirring of the wind
across his sleep the dog has smelled the rain 
felt the currents of a summer storm ~

before a human ear has caught the tone
of thunder as it moves around the sky 
he twitches in his dream and starts to moan 
shivers march in furrows down his back ~

a cold nose burrows underneath my hand 
paws are planted firmly on the bed
terror's language I can understand 
take the paws and stroke the noble head ~

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last evening, heavy rains, thunder and lighting woke us all up around midnight
Jake had a difficult time with all of it
comforting him ~  he slept soundly ~  cozied up next to me ~ 
(this is one of my favorites photos of Jake, so peaceful)

Sunday, September 08, 2013

Our Kingdom ~

it was just us in our kingdom 
a simple courtyard of cool green grass
encircled by cream colored concrete that was 
toasted warm in the afternoon sun
and chilled in the pale indigo evenings ...

in our kingdom 
we were superheroes with beach-
towel capes and pine cone grenades ...
we were princesses with clover crowns 
and 25¢ lip gloss 
sometimes we would sit barefoot in the dewy 
summer grass and watch with popsicles bleeding 
their sugary nectar over our scraped 
knuckles as shades of evening rolled over 
the oranges ... yellows ... and purples of a fading 
sunset 
we were all alone then:
my friend and I ... all alone in our own 
kingdom ~ 
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this is dedicated to my childhood friend Monica
who died at the tender age of 14
she drowned as her dad tried to rescue her from an undercurrent
it was one of the saddest days of my life!
dear friend, I wish you were still here but 
you are never far from my thoughts and missed always

Friday, September 06, 2013

Loneliness ~

Loneliness:

a winding sheet
of sorrow 
has bound my heart 
today ... tonight ... tomorrow 
a chill 
that wraps around 
my arms 
and holds me close 
to be downcast and morose
an ache 
so fierce 
it surely would be seen 
but everyone has gone 
the room swept clean ...
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This was written when my son went off to college 
My heart was so heavy with his being gone.
I had a great friend that helped me through 
those hard days of missing my son. (my husband) 
My son has finished his studies and has a great job.
He lives close by now and I see him often.
I am truly blessed ... 

Wednesday, September 04, 2013

One Eternity ~

Do you really know me?
The minutes, the days, the months, 
       the years together ---
or ---  do the many facets of my inner 
being elude you to be hidden in 
darkened shadows, unseen 
unknown?
Do you really know me?
Do you hear my heart call --- 
to you? You look up 
our eyes meet. Do you feel 
the warm hand of love
cup our hearts and hold us
for one brief second --- breathtakingly 
suspended in a limitless space?
When you hold me in your arms
do you sense our souls drifting 
one toward the other --- to meet 
and become as one?
you a part of me
me a part of you  ---
inseparable 
one sun --- one moon --- one star ---
Do you really know me?
the true depth of my affection
for you? The love you shall 
never forget 
the glow ---
the warmth --- 
minutes, days, months, years 
together ---
one eternity!

Sunday, September 01, 2013

Innocence of Childhood ~ (To my beloved granddaughter ~ Rose)

She toddles through the lush green grass
upon her tippy toes 
and falls upon her padded bottom 
she giggles as she goes ~ 

A daisy chain begins to grow 
upon the field of green 
she picks the daisies with her toes
and drops them in the stream ~ 

She tilts her head to gaze upon
a sky of azure blue 
and dreams of dreams within the clouds 
as only children do ~

(Rose Elizabeth is now 20 months old
and the joy of my life!)