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 

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 ~

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 ~

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 ~

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 ~

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!

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) 

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

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)