Tuesday, October 23, 2018

The Skin's Autobiography


Linking with Beautiful Freaks Fest 2 Hosted by the lovely Magaly, Emma, and Rommy
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You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself. ~Alan Alda




I have learned to live here in this imperfect place

of gravel roads and dry spells

the curves of each continent 

have shifted and grown

in a sea of uncertainty
and they
serve as a reminder
that time etches away and in turn also gives back
winds of many seasons have blown through
leaving only silken curtains of grey
and eyes that view the world
 with a blurry yet perceptive focus
but let me be clear
I am comfortable here
 naked or in armor
it is all i have known and the practice 
of perseverance in shielding and truly letting go
have given me calluses in all the right places
I am tat-tooed in grace and scarred with lesson's travels
that tell stories my lips never will.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Something More


Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform (a day late) Also linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Lust and lastly linking with The Sunday Muse.
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One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star. ~G.K. Chesterton



There is a distant land where there have been many wars
some lasted years with no blood shed 
but still many casualties
others were brief like cut carnations  
on a hot July afternoon
new places have erected in its midst
ones of love that are
bigger than skyscrapers
others are forgotten
but they still stand  
and around some corners 
there is an unrest
a fear that rises
but there is also a hope
that prevails it
regret has been named there
but it has no built monument
for every conflict and mistake
has planted all the beautiful gardens 
that surround the inner city
my prayer is that there will be
a lust for change
a longing for something
greater
a higher power
the ego is a lonely place
when it stands truly alone
it was meant for more
it is a church with stained glass windows
and
that is no place
for empty pews.

Monday, April 16, 2018

How Midnight Snacks are Made

Linking with The Sunday Muse for the Muse # 2


Silence is not quiet when you lay in bed at night.
  It is a creek down the hallway, or a brush of leaves by the window
 that could be a home invader. 
The more I toss the more I am certain a strange noise came
From the kitchen
It could be the fridge
I tell myself
Silence is not quiet when you lay in bed at night
It is the tap tap tap of a sink drip never fixed
Or a thump from another room
That could be someone breaking in.
The more I toss the more I am certain more noises came
From the kitchen
It could be the fridge
I tell myself
Maybe I should go see…..




Saturday, February 3, 2018

My Heart Screams "LOOK"



Linking with Imaginary Gardens for ~Camera FLASH
brought to us by Kerry


"What we see depends mainly on what we look for."
~ John Lubbock


I see you love
you cannot hide
beyond all distances
you remain inside
***
I see you hope
even through slender slat
you may be quiet in halls
but in longing's room you grow fat
***
I see you God
in every flower that grows in cracks
in rich men's mansions
and poor men's shacks
***
I see you courage
on wound's healed scars
you run into the flaming building
and  reach into burning cars
***
I see you wisdom
on callused knees and hands
you know your weakness
and that is a strength of a wise man
***
I see you opportunity
you are rampant like weeds
it is up to me to stop
open up my eyes and truly see



Saturday, November 11, 2017

Time Spirals On

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Fussy Little Forms" ~ Rondelet

The rondelet is a short French poetry form featuring a strict rhyme and meter pattern plus a lovely repeated refrain.

Brought to us by Marian     Come join us!



Time is making fools of us again. ~J.K. Rowling

Time spirals on
like steps in a mansion so grand
time spirals on
further onward with each step down
it is loose like a wayward man
can't catch it with the best laid plans
time spirals on.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

An Elaborate Plan


Linking with     Imaginary Gardens for Fussy Little Forms: Shadorma
Imagined by Marian

The Shadorma form is:
  • A six-line poem (or series of six-line stanzas)
  • Syllable count by line: 3-5-3-3-7-5
  • Not rhymed


My soul is in the sky.  ~William Shakespeare

This body
 is grounded held to
 this earth by
  gravity
a force we cannot see nor
touch with tethered hands

The inner

soul that rides within
tarries light
hidden from
 view waiting for the gates to
open wide and clear

It is an

elaborate plan
no man could
design it
nor engineer the true code
it is in God's hands.


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Her Name Is Autumn




Linking with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Autumn


No spring nor summer’s beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face....
~John Donne





I wait for her quietly like a leaf upon the wind.
Longing for her true presence to awaken me again.
Then slowly she enters like a princess into a room.
Glowing in auburn grace that speaks to me like the moon.
October she whispers much to my surprise.
It is my birthday she goes on and then
before I know it
she leaves me with a sigh.



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