Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Where the Poems Sleep ~

To the elves and unicorns, though unseen, forever by my side 

There is a dark place where poems hide 
safely kept down deep inside 

curled - sleeping like the fog
they doze within a fallen log 

past the waterfalls and ferns 
past the meadows that burn

with colors dancing late at night 
that wake the sun at dawn's first light 
lost within the caverns low 
where not even goblins dare to go 

surrounded in what once was a dream 
wrought in ink - the poems now stream 
like water over fallen tree
erase your cage - set wishes free

and remember - by day or night 
a poem is never far away 
where safe the ancient pages keep 
where the dreams dance and the poems sleep 

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poetry is an essence most remarkable. Through the weaving verses 
and flowing rhyme, from word to word and line to line, a poem is 
such a magical thing, from its heart our souls can sing. Poetry in
motion, a veritable sea, poetry is in our hearts, poetry is free.
Unfettered and unchained, it lives, our link to other worlds , the sail 
on a mighty ship on the mast unfurls. Poetry unites us, poetry is our 
sun. Poetry un-blinds us, poetry makes us one. Poetry is an essence 
most remarkable. 
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photo is my husband's 

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Yes, my Answer is Yes ~

and  I shall marry you again - in the springtime - my love
our vows of love renewed -  through eternity - 

You are all my little life can hold
I've brought you up before my jury 
time and sense and sensibility 
and both my arms and both my hands 
and these two eyes that long to see your face 
have found you in a necessary place  ~

Your light blocks out the view 
your sun outshines the rest
upon the threshold of my heart 
you are the only guest 
and the last and that shall always be 
you and ours are all my life will want to hold
eternally ~

Monday, October 21, 2013

Beside Sonnet ~

In her hospital whisper - 'I'm dying'
her eyes tearing - her long days breath sour 
tugging and tumbling in the quietest hour 
'there, there' -  like to a baby I'm cooing ~

how do I comfort her when I am leaving?
picture bills stacked on the kitchen counter 
the third hinge - should I remind her now or
wait to tell her the side gate needs mending?

'there, there' - my words touch her here 
in this world and me tasting the thought 
of someone else comforting her when I am gone ~

words sink in - I hear myself say - 'there, there'
stiffen at the emptiness time has bought
starring at the wall - lachrymose and mournful ~

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In 2006 I lost a very dear friend to cancer
I miss her daily 
So many days and nights I sat by her side when she was in hospice 
I wrote this poem the day before my friend Mary left me 
She was a treasured friend and is now a treasured memory ~

Friday, October 18, 2013

Words ~

Over and under
above and beyond 
words are like geese 
as they wing from the pond 
exquisitely lovely, incredibly soft
carrying the mystery 
of language aloft ~

words filled with gravel 
those coated to soothe 
wretchedly harsh 
asthetically smooth 
phlegmatically stolid 
shamelessly bold 
lavishly rich 
piercingly cold 
whimsical, literal, sensitive sound 
words are the history 
to which we are bound ~

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my husband is the photographer 
one of my most favorite photos 
his photos speak to me of beauty 
as do his words ~

Monday, October 14, 2013

First Light ~

At the first light the scene changes 
the darkness and shadows fade slowly 
and with that fading go the fears 
of the quiet, ominous night ~
on the terrace the dew is heavy 
and the light gleams of the silvery line 
soft sounds of people waking 
rustle of sheets and eyes opening ~
river sounds, leaves becoming aware 
of sunlight and a light breeze ~
angels that flew down last night 
and ministered to the lonely 
to the sad and fearful 
have closed their eyes 
and tucked in their wings 
they fade slowly 
into the brightening light ~
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photo was taken at Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs. Co.
one of the most beautiful places in the world ~

Friday, October 11, 2013

Love ~

Love
delicate as a slender 
thread of dew
upon the grass ~

lace of cobwebs 
shattered by a broom 
milkweed pods 
that fly before the wind 
rose petals 
falling in a heated room ~

love 
strong as the skein 
that binds my life 
to yours ~

your steady heartbeat 
underneath my head 
my arms to take
your love
and hold it close 
through rides of dreams 
till we as one awake ~

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 After over thirty years of marriage my love for him
is enduring and more beautiful than it was the day we married.
He makes my heart go pitter patter every day of my life!

Tuesday, October 08, 2013

Friendship ~

I see you
though years have passed 
there's just a smile 
between the days 
I hear the words 
that touch the soul 
before the sound ~

If I should call 
I know you'd come 
although "I need you"
wasn't said 
there are no trumpeters
who walk before a friend ~

A life is full 
of many rooms 
with doors that swing 
both to and fro 
a friend can open up 
the locks 
without a key ~
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I have known my friend Melissa (pictured with me here)
since 1991, we both moved to Colorado the same year.
We became instant friends.
I miss seeing her as much as I used to when we lived 
in the same city but she's not too far to visit 
and I know our friendship is for always!
It is truly a blessing to be friends with Melissa.

(photo was taken in Moab, Utah, Arches National Park  
we shared a vacation there in 2011) 

Saturday, October 05, 2013

Credo ~

Infinite is the capacity 
to think, to feel, to leap 
winsome as a fawn
thunderous as a waterfall 

 in early morning eyes 
lying dreamily by your side 
in stars of softness pouring skies of light 
in mountain skies
blue and full with nature's own forgiveness 


in all the presents wrapped with divinity's ribbons 
I believe ~ 

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Thanks to my friend Lorraine for the use of her photo
www.photosandstuffl.blogspot.com

Wednesday, October 02, 2013

The Dancer ~

Good morning, Mother Sun, did you sleep well? 
You look rested and bright this morning 
arriving with such a colorful display.

Your husband's work last night was wonderful
though he was upstaged by the stars 
until the fog took its seat in the balcony.

You two are a funny couple 
modern in your parenting arrangement 
with his insomnia, it is only natural
him watching the children while they sleep.

I am always inspired by the pas de deux 
when he glows on the edge of the stage 
while you hover above the symphony
in your brilliant act of illumination. 

Do you tire, Mother? You're beginning to sink 
will you indulge us with a colorful finale?
Ah, the prima donna, you captivate us.
A breathtaking performance, graceful curtsy 
you disappear behind a black velvet horizon.  

But, never a curtain call, how hard we clap.


(wildflowers are from my garden)