IN A VETERINARIAN'S WAITING ROOM

Our emotions are bare

as the walls surround us ...

our feelings exposed

as the pets on our laps ...

We all meet as strangers

but the things we discuss ...

are life ... love ... and death

too revealing perhaps ...

Our sick little creatures

dissolve inhibitions ...

when our names are called

we arise and depart ...

All unaware of our

own frank expositions ...

each leaving behind

a small piece of their heart!

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Picture is of my cat, Smokey.

She has kidney disease and I take her to our vet for IV treatments twice a week.

She is 16 years old and such a sweetheart!

I DID NOT KNOW ...

I did not know that silence

could sound like light ...

I did not know that music

could stretch a landscape into forever ...

so it could blossom into

a million gardens ...

or that my eyes could paint

a cobalt sky ...

I did not know the sight of you

would change my life forever ...

into a daily hourly hosanna

of my love for you ...

I did not know!

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Photo courtesy of Lorraine at:

http://wordsflowandstuffl.blogspot.com

Thanks so much, Lorraine!

THERE SHALL BE ROSES

It rained the day we said good-bye

and I heard someone say ...

"How sad that rain should bring

an added gloom."

They did not know

how much you loved spring rain ...

and what delight was yours

in strolling through your garden

on nature's wash-day ...

Soft spring rain is falling now ...

Remembering ... I pause at the window ...

You are there ... among the growing things ...

your benevolent hands caressing

the newly-washed green ... the bud ...

This spring ... there shall be roses ...

growing ... blooming ... where you sleep.

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In memory of my dear friend, Mary.

She died in the spring of 2006.

A TOAST TO MOTHER'S

Here's to the ones who gave the life

to the souls from the starry skies

here's to the ones that encircle the earth

with the light of their loving eyes.

Here's to the one who never forgets

though I roam the wide world over

whose love can banish all regrets

God's sweetest gift - my mother!

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Mom, this coming Sunday is Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's day to you, in heaven!

You are always in my heart!

BRIGHT NOCTURNE

The full moon hangs on the wearing night

and floods the fields with amber light

golden, haloed, sanctified

slumbers the swimming countryside

the pale road shines like bloodless rust

my feet are swathed in silver dust

and light in which the land is dressed

with that which glorifies my breast

illuminates unbearably

so much too beautiful for me!

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Photo taken by my husband!

TWO UNDER AN UMBRELLA

Come laughing with me into the rain

puddle-wet ... knee-high ... slush-mashed

nuzzling rain

turn and laugh

and curl into the world ...

follow the children dancing with spattered feet

or swinging in swings ...

spinning and vanishing over the street ...

Or let's run with the rivers of cats and leaves

away from the showers ...

until both of us drip and fade

like a handful

of paper flowers.

THIS ARCH

Wind, rain, time ... shaped this Arch

as for me, I think it was God.

Sculpting with his finger

this band of sandstone sod.

Leaving behind a blue window

all seeing eye to souls.

No bridge of mortal suspension

priceless treasure to behold.

Forged in the heat of the desert

canyon kiln of stone.

God made this lovely Arch to view

of a certainty ... this I know.

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Photo was taken in Arches National Park on a recent trip.

In the picture with me is my good friend, Melissa

Hello

Dear Friends ...
I've been away from my blog for such a long time but that does not mean I have forgotten all of you!
How could I ever forget you?
Never!
Once in a while I visit my blog and read all of the most kind comments and I smile :)
Thank you all so much for your visits and comments on my last post!
They are so greatly appreciated!
Gosh, is it really almost a year since I posted last?
I am here today to say, "hi" and wish all of you a wonderful 2011!
I hope to actually come back to blogging some time this year but don't know when yet.

It seems like mishaps are a part of my life!
I recently took a fall and badly sprained my ankle ... I'm so thankful it was not broken! 
Never a dull moment when one is a klutz! LOL!

So, till I am back again, may life bless all of you with much joy, love and peace!
Love and light to you and yours ...

Margie :)
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Oh, I have a poem to share ...

LYRICS

A lyric is a lovely thing
with a haunting tune
with a jeweled beauty
scraps of silver moon
flecks of mountain meadows
glints of winding stream
poignant revelations
of a poet's dream ...

Lyrics soar in ecstacy
up to heaven's blue
so my heart goes singing - winging -
straight to you!

A GREATER GOOD

I sing a song of sadness

But the sadness has something

Of the good within it -

And is of a greater good.

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One more poem before I say good-bye for a while.

-Margie xo

EVEN IN DARKNESS

Even when darkness sinks over my soul

You bring me stars for my skies

I am never utterly lost in the night

While trust still shines in your eyes

And when the hours of the dark are past

When dawn breaks over my soul anew

Your smiles are my sunrise, your voice

The birds singing

Your kisses sweet dew.

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Dear friends and readers, I shall be away from blogging for a while, probably a month or so. Till I return, I wish all of you wonderful and happy days!

I shall miss all of you!

Love and light ... Margie

THE CALL OF SPRING ...

He calls to me, I know it now

That bird with cheery song

To let my duties wait awhile

And come, the day is long

He's telling me it's springtime

There are violets in the wood

I feel I can't refuse to go

I don't see how I could!

Out where the shadowy vistas are

Aglow with sunshine gold

The forest flowers are carpeting

The spongy leafy mold

Oh, I must see it all again

And hear the brooklets sing!

I cannot still this heart of mine

For it is answering Spring!

I BELIEVE ...

It does not matter when I go

Nor how nor why

Each day a million roses blow

A million die ...

For every bird that lives to sing

A song is stilled ...

I go ... a brief remembering

My place is filled

I'll live and love and dine and drink

The while I may

And when my number's called

I'll say "O.K!"

SCHOOLTIME

Whenever on fall-tingle mornings you suddenly hear
The bluebonnet matins of eight-year olds grow near
Then nearer your pictureframe window that opens wide ...
On a frost-fingered world of saffron and gold outside ...

Whenever you see diminutive caravans swinging
Red satchels of books and boxes of lunch and
Flinging their Lilliput missles of laughter toward heaven
And you ... whose eyes fill up with revery (and dew)

Wherever, whenever you watch schoolchildren pass
Whose gay-goose litanies arise en masse
Remember that blocks away or miles away
Are teachers with halos of chalk and feet of clay!

FALLEN LEAVES

There came a perfect day when I was ten

An idle Autum day of faultless sky

I clutched a shining dime that I could spend

For any longed-for thing it would buy

A lovely stillness lay along the street

The sun embraced me in its golden span

The fallen leaves addressed my eager feet

And moved in russet showers as I ran

That perfect day will never come again

And yet I spent it at its proper time

With all the wisdom of a child of ten

As wisely as I spent the shining dime.

AFTER TREES - THESE!

Musings on Trees and These!

These Friends!

A forest of Trees is a portfolio of Friends

Durability, strength, sometimes rough, burly

But how dependable! Graceful, adaptable

Quiet in a listening attitude of understanding

Inspiring, tender

A forest of Trees is a portfolio of Friends

May I be ever in the midst of Trees - and These ...

When God had finished making Trees

I think He set out to work on These

These things that we call Friends

The beauty and the strength of wood

Dependable and good ...

Of oak and birch and balsam pine

To these, I liken friends of mine

Of leaves, the charm and added grace

Like tenderness of lady's lace

And quiet understanding, proven

As green-grown branches, closely woven

Last, knowing These are always there

Root, branch and trunk, when leaves fall bare!

When God had finished making Trees

Love and Perfection gave us These

These things that we call FRIENDS!

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Photo courtesy of Lorraine at:

http://wordsflowandstuffl.blogspot.com/

Thanks so much, Lorraine!

PROMISES

What our love has done for us
I cannot even begin to speak
Without trembling ...
You and I have left a fading world
Smog-crushed
Power-crowded ... dust-spun
You and I have left this kind of world
For an infinite one ...
Spinning our circles of earth
And moon into galaxies
And hurling our lives into
Light years of reveries ...
I have only begun to envision
Our possible place
A someday miracle of eternal time
And space ...
Though it begins with such immediate smiles
Your eyes ... a leaf ... your lips on my cheek
Its promise is so boundless
Love ... I dare not speak.

MEMORABILIA

In years to come

There'll be no letters

Yellowed at the edge

To save for generations

Yet unborn ...

There'll be no diaries

Left for them to see

How great-grandfather spent his day

Or worked his way

On freighter ships

Across the seas ...

No love notes

Hidden in a secret drawer

Tied with a faded ribbon

To read again once more

Technology is close at hand

And we no longer understand

The pen ...

How deep the loss

Of all those yesterdays

With joy and sorrow

If they are all forgotten

By tomorrow.

INTO THE DISTANCE

When I curl myself
Into the far-away monuments of my mind
Built from long dark halls of yearning ...
Stretching into the high paths against the blue hills
Of learning ...
This is where I hold my dreams for myself to see ...
Of the far-away long-away mists of me
Moving into the distance
Myself walks
With the perfect poise of age and grace
Into the clouded mystery
Of eternal time
And space ...
Here are my hands reaching
And here is my heart groping
The summer sun and straw-flowered kiss ...
Share all of the dreaming caught in this
Great scope of memory
And all the far-away long-away misted hopes
Of what will be ...
Here is where I curl into myself and embrace
All of the harbored calm
Of eternal time
And space.
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This picture was taken on my last trip to San Francisco in Feb.

RAIN IS

Rain is for remembering

Its little voices fall

Soft as the memories

They recall ...

My mother used to say

"This is a hot cinnamom roll day"

I'd watch her strong hands shape each bun

And poke in raisins one by one

And soon their sweet spiced smell would stain

The kitchen window washed with rain ...

And then sometimes my father would say

"Let's take a walk this rainy day"

And we would set out hand in hand

Across the grey bedraggled land

We'd turn our faces to the skies

And let the rain fall on our eyes

And breathe in air all scented sweet

By rain-soaked grass beneath our feet ...

Rain is for remembering

Another spring

Another spring

SWEET MAGNOLIA (To Mama)

A sweet magnolia smell reminds me of you

Somewhat like a painting you once drew

Your ivory soft petals ... my heart ... they caress

As your soul went through me

When you were laid to rest

I call for you ... my magnolia friend

When life's path turns dark

Ivory soft petals comfort me ... my mama ... my heart!