Dec 24 2009
Silver green
scent of pine
sparkling treasures
huddle near blazing hearth
Winter sleeps
‘neath ebon sky
stars embrace
the artic chill
Children dream
parents sleep
sleighbells sound
reindeers snort
Christmas settles
like soft fall snow
giving angels birth
and wishes truth
copyright 2009
Jul 15 2009
I want my quiet back
and the injustice of the
unvarnished truth
Where lies cannot
flourish
and schemes do not
survive
Where love is not
betrayal
and time is not
my master
I want my quiet back
and the starkness
of what is
of now
of tomorrow
Where regret does not
live
doubt is not
welcome
and life is
an open door
copyright 2009
Jul 04 2009
Oh say
Can you see
by the Dawn’s
early light…
can our hearts still see
our beautiful country
in all her glory?
copyright 2009
Jun 11 2009
Broken sleep
dreams deprived
of dimension
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?
Mind aims askew
time ticks away
Focus lost
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?
Mistakes logged
no do-overs
doomed to the future
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?
Wandering soul
seeking the safe
any open door
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?
words & image copyright 2009
Sep 25 2008
She fell into
tempted sleep where
her dreams took turns
spinning images
swirling and twirling
“I will not get dizzy,”
she insisted
And the room write-ted
Itself
A book thunked Sarah
on the head and
she sat in Alice’s teacup
bobbing on a slice of lemon
Voices wafted
and she peered over the edge
to listen in
But the book in her lap
insisted, Read me!
Sarah looked at
the cover
whose title did a lovely
pas de deux, bowed and touted
The Secret of Clues
Sarah opened the volume
finding its pages
empty of words
but so deep in wisdom
that a Hand
reached in
and pulled
Sarah from
herSelf
so she could see
Outside
Babbles bounced away
like so many
butterflies
And the Silence welcomed
her back
“It’s been a long time,”
Sarah thought as she
dug in her garden
So many flowers
un-noticed
“Hello, my lovelies,”
she waved.
“So good to
see you again”
And just as
the Sun
reached down in
its morning embrace…
copyright 2008
Aug 26 2008
I was, I am
and that
never changed
but I did
I leapt and I spun
but the new shoes
never quite fit
Bare feet are best
A floppy hat
and garden gloves
teach me more
than my recent travels
and books of foreign text
Beer is better than
martinis
no fruit, thank you
A tattered map
leads me home
The ocean is
my compass to peace
No voice
changes
That
copyright 2008
May 17 2008
(this poem was inspired by curious c and this post - sarah)
Doorways lead to many things
to castles and secrets
mama’s aprons strings
To dreams, potions and the truth
where hope and desire
does patch the roof
To faeries, demons and wild yarns
whose adventure and giggles
does bring no harms
To hearts and minds, your very soul
pathways and inroads that
speed toward your goal
To home, hearth and fires warm
a welcoming chair
to wait out the storm.
copyright 2008
Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
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