Poetry ~ The Call of the Breaking Sun

Did you see the sun break through the clouds?

When I saw the light I screamed out loud!

The dreary gray of too many days

has given way to the sun’s yellow rays

I’m feeling chipper and full of zest

Unlike the grey days when I have to rest

When the sun comes calling

breaking free”

I feel life’s energy surrounding me

I’m hyper-charged

with inspiration

frantically searching

in anticipation

of my creative muse

on display

Hurry! Hurry!

Let’s go out and play

before the sunlight slips away

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Poetry ~ Too Much (Friday Funnies)

They said she was
wacky and a bit
“too much”
too cheerful,
too silly,
too animated,
too wound up.
She was
a dreamer,
an artist,
a writer,
a poet,
a mystic.
But try
as they might
they could not
dim her light.
Now she haunts
the blogosphere
where weirdos unite!

Poetry ~ Journey to the Mountain

I saw you on the mountain waving your arms at me,
not asking to be saved, rather rejoicing in being free.

You turned and gestured for me to follow, over the ridge and beyond.
I hesitated and didn’t take the step and suddenly you’re gone.

Now when I look upon that mountain, where you waved and drew my eye,
I realize you weren’t calling me home, you just came to say goodbye.

But someday I’ll take that journey, climbing high upon the ridge,
and join you on the mountain to say farewell to a life well lived.

Post Script: This poem in honor of my Bubba Todd and hiking buddy. Meet ya on the mountain brother!

Poetry ~ Tied in Knots


I am
tied in knots!

Bound.
Entangled.
Tethered.
Limited.

The more
I struggle
the tighter
the knots.

If I could
just …

relax,
breathe,
clear my mind,
open my heart,

allow
the knots
to loosen,

allow
the ropes
to fall.

Surrender.

I could
be free
from the
prison of
beliefs
that have me 
tied in knots

Poetry~ Sometimes When I Cry

Sometimes, when I cry

sorrow washes over me
drowning me in grief
gasping for air
I struggle to survive

Sometimes, when I cry

it is fear
masked as anger
raging against the unknowable
craving control

Sometimes, when I cry

memories surface
reflections of times gone by
faint, faces and places
forever adrift in my mind

Sometimes, when I cry

it’s to say goodbye,
to old ways
to beloved friends and family
to dreams that never materialized

Sometimes, when I cry

my tears fall in surrender
 as I lay down my sword
declaring a cease-fire
with the universe

Sometimes, when I cry

it is with an awareness
that this too shall pass
all my joy and all my sorrow
fleeting, laughter and tears

Sometimes, when I cry

it is for you
to allow the river of your tears
to fill your valleys
creating fertile soil for regrowth

Sometimes, when I cry

it is with a mindfulness
that the essence of this life
is best expressed
through the tears in my eye

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POETRY ~ Time and Space PART II

To read, Time and Space – Part I, click here.

After the loss of time
came the realization
that there was no time left
to fill space.

The illusion revealed,
reality was disrupted as chaos reigned in the void.
Humanity slept.

Unshackled by space and time
dreamers
gave birth to new worlds
creating their own reality.

The dreamers woke as
artists, writers, poets,
philosophers, creators, and alchemists.

The sleepers declared them mad.

Poetry ~ Time and Space PART I

“We blur the world
to focus on it
and blind ourselves
to see.”
Carlo Rovelli, Physicist, on the nature of time

Once upon a time on this day in history
there was a dimension called time
time flowed on the horizon from
the past to the future
but then came the end of time
and humanity was freed from
this time
the next time
the last time
the first time
and of all time,
and lived happily ever after
in the here and now.
Until…
they ran out of space
to be continued, another time.

 

In the meantime, enjoy this time in a bottle, dedicated to my loving husband.

Poetry ~ Sashay (Friday Funnies)

There are clever ways of talkin’

and fancy ways of walkin’

but it’s more fun to sashay 

into a room!

There are sexy ways of huggin’

and sexier ways of lovin’

but I rather like sashaying

at high noon!

There are mystical poets and writers

with names they use for hiding

be bold and use a sashayed

nom de plume!

And when you’re feeling lonesome 

depressed or even woe-some

find something bright to wear,

toss up your hair

and sashay-away your gloom!

Poetry ~ The Madness of Monsters and Men

It all began with a thunderous chorus
of howling monsters and men
beating their drums, fanning their flames
plotting a bloodthirsty revenge

blinded by the darkness of their own delusion
monsters and men made war their solution

millennia lapsed as time grew old
stories of monsters and men were told

children laugh in a future age
where darkness is revered and difference embraced

lessons learned from the monsters of history
coexistence is the truest form of victory

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