Spring flowers arranged
In an old-fashioned pitcher
Loves me, loves me not
Slender stems bow down
Sweetly worshipful poses
Awaiting sun’s kiss
Petals touched with light
A gentle benediction
Rise, and sin no more
Tag: poetry
In Her Dreams
Hovering on the
Edge of nothingness
Visions quiver ‘neath closed lids
Watchful
Hoping, yet
In the fourth state
No kingdoms conquered
No triumphs over death’s grip
Nary a prince kissed
At the very least
Shouldn’t she be the hero,
Star in her own dreams?
Artist Kinga Britschgi
From a Beatles’ Song
Is today misspent
If tomorrow never knows
And yesterday’s gone?
Often I wonder
What reward is forthcoming
For surviving now
While demagogues rant
And keep children in cages
While walls divide us
I was listening to the radio yesterday afternoon and heard a reference to the Beatles’ song “Tomorrow Never Knows.” I had to pull over to listen and to jot down the first part of this poem that came to me in an instant.
Tide Table
Bare toes, blue water
Minutes stretched thin across time
Watching tide’s return
Sand pipers scurry
Shy of ripples’ foamy touch
Dashing to safe shore
Footprints on the beach
Now you see them, now you don’t
Magical sunset
(Note: I’m tired of being sick and writing about being sick, so I went to the beach in my mind. The photos are all from Pinterest.)
In February’s Sun
I paused in the sun
Lifted my face to the sky
Offered a prayer
An invocation
For this day and those to come
Protect those I love
Comfort those in need
Cushion every wounding word
Heal winter’s hurts
Another Day in Catland
Insistent cat paws
Tap tapping on my forehead
“Up human! Feed me!”
Inquiring meow
Catnip toy batted about
“Human! Play with me!
Sweet kitty kisses
Velvet nose, nuzzling cheeks
“Please human, pet me!”
Standards
Firmly established
Benchmarks of true excellence
One’s personal best
Quality measured
Quantity notwithstanding
Who sets the standard?
Do leopards count spots?
Does spring’s robin rank his songs?
Ah, humanity!
This was inspired by my friend Marty, who writes a terrific blog, snakesinthegrassblog.com. The content in Marty’s blog is always outstanding. He provides useful information in an entertaining format, and I always look forward to his posts. He subscribes to a high personal standard of writing.
Recently I shared with Marty that some days I really don’t feel like writing anything, but at the same time I hate to let the blog wither. I’m not reluctant to sacrifice quality for quantity. Is that a sad thing? Should I begin holding myself to a higher standard? But as I asked Marty, “Why start now?”
This silly blog sustains me in a weird way. To paraphrase Descartes, “I write, therefore I am.”
Peace, people.
Masked
Just one thing held true
The public mask never slipped
Safely kept secret
Those closest few knew
The black rage lurking beneath
Clenched knuckles foretold
A word, a cold look
Triggered stark brutality
Hidden by a smile
Searching for the Right Valentine’s Day Card
How Do I Love Him? In 25 Words or Less
On February 2nd
The search began
For a card proclaiming
Undying love for my man
I looked at flirty cards
And sexy ones
Religious and
Romantic ones
Those that didn’t
Catch my eye
Were too verbose
With too many verses for my guy.
The number one thing
He likes in a card
Is conciseness in verbiage,
Just a few words from a bard.
So I strive to appease
The less words the better
This year I found one
With only one letter:
👁 💖 U
I think he’ll like that message, don’t you? I’m not sure I can find one with a briefer one.
The Colt’s Concern (reblog)
This is another of my collaborative pieces with photographer Julie Powell. I just love her artwork. Be sure to click the link to also have access to Julie’s site. Thanks!
Praying for Eyebrowz 