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December 17, 2017

Memories Dying Embers

Memory Illusive

I see you tangibly close beside me
laughter still within you
a smile on your face

do you still see me here & now
or a trace of a girl dancing

brevity of memories hinting at life
shared with children…with her

do you know she is gone traveling
with the moon & stars in heaven

I see you tangibly close beside me
laughter still within you
a smile on your face

do you know your time has shifted
as the sands within the tides

ensnaring the memories you captured
now scattered fragments of light

still your eyes embrace her once more
a cherished resemblance of me

wisps of years gone encircling you
briefly in moments & then vanishing

I see you tangibly close beside me
laughter still within you
a smile on your face

the embers are still glowing brightly
not ready to engage in dying

I know your spirit still resides within
I know there still is you smiling

July 24, 2017

An Angel Waiting

I lay restlessly, upon the sheets of my bed, now soaked with perspiration. I tried in vain to sleep but drifted in and out of what I came to believe were the realities of my night.

I could see you there as real as though you were standing by my bed. “You are my comfort”, I told you. “You are my angel”. You give me your strength night after long night and even though you fade with the morning light, I know you will come to me again.

The window though closed seemed to be open and the leaves of the tree outside drifted inside. They fell to the floor to accumulate like a soft carpet and fell atop my pillow by my head. Each night these were my realities. I called to you and you came as though no walls could hinder your presence by my bed.

Beacon of darkest night
Portent of life
Guardian of my soul

You could have been a dream but each night you returned when I called. Who is to say what is real.

I quickly took out my watercolors and acrylics to create something to go with this newest post. I had been thinking of this image and so rather than ponder it too much, which I have a tendancy to do, I painted what it was my mind saw.

Dream (2)

February 8, 2017September 2, 2017

Dovetailed

Uncover the striated complexity
Of the ethnically diverse
Like compressed layers
Of sediment

Accumulated by every person
Over the vast expanse
Of time carrying
Us forward

Where there is no playing field
But only discovering
Dovetailed links
One beginning

Do not espouse your perfection
But embrace all hearts
Open all doors
To differences

Skin colors bright as rainbows
Lifestyle only as life
All disabilities
Works of art

To those who hold disease
As angels upholding us
Giving us strength
To carry on

Strength is only in creation
Of those understanding
acceptance as grace
with eyes open

do not eschew sameness of all
but uniqueness of design
remembering beauty
of complex diversity

these are the coalesced wonders
bringing all life together
increments of being
pinpoints of light

This was first published in Jamie Dedes’ Bezine in the January Issue. I am now posting it here. In order to read more of this issue please visit at https://thebezine.com.

This Image Was Taken From The Morgue File & Digitized by Myself.

dovetailed

December 7, 2016September 2, 2017

A Breath of Wind and A Dew Drop

I am part of something greater than myself
some would call God and others Goddess
or perhaps Buddha,Allah,Jehovah or Shiva

something greater as the breath of the wind
breathing life into all that exists
as the raindrops falling, filling the oceans
becoming rivers, lakes and waterfalls

something greater as simple as a dewdrop
clinging to my skin in the early hours of morn
as it clings to the leaves and spider webs

something greater even as the universe spins
holding within it pinpoints of light
from an ominous burning star that is the sun
moonbeams full of the wonder of stardust

I am a part of that something greater even
as it exhales in anguish breathing as the wind
creating devastating storms of despair

causing the oceans to rise up flooding the
banks of land, becoming hurricanes
and I hear and feel them all because I
am part of something greater

I know the sigh of relief breathed into a breeze
a rainbow after storms the colors of hope
shining through a waterfall because I am

part of something greater

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

great-as-a-dewdrop

November 20, 2016September 2, 2017

Drought Parched Land

You wait beneath
drought parched land
he stiffens
as bent curved tree
detail memory fades
once sharp pinpoint light
emanated by moonbeams
he sees my feet as yours
your face I see in a mirror
the years bring you close
as you wait

This was posted for Jamie Dede’s Wed Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2016/11/16/for-mrs-whitman-a-poem. I am not sure if my piece hits the mark of her prompt as she talks about the writing of a fond memory and juxtaposition. For me that happened recently when I visited dad and even with dementia he saw the likeness between my feet and mom’s (now passed away) and was touched. Even with my aging I find mother in my features, especially my eyes and expressions, and know that youth is always there. If you would like to participate in her Wed prompt and look for them weekly please pay her a visit and enter your poem in Linky.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

wait-for-him

September 1, 2016

SIESTA TIME

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

siesta time
lunar light extinguished
dreaming

I am going to endeavor to post something every day for 30 days of Haiga that Rick Daddario is hosting from his site at http://rickdaddario.com/blog/. This is the first time I have decided on doing a Haiga which is a piece of art, in any form, combined with a Haiku. Please visit Rick’s site to read more.

July 8, 2016

THE RHYTHM OF HEARTS

The Hummingbird trolls
looking for the sweet taste
of nectar

the vibration
of its’ beating wings
keeping rhythm with
its’ beating heart

a group of Piping Plovers
walk quickly in unison
across the sand’s surface

their nervous movement
hurried and rapid as
a flash of light
a wave crashing
on the shore

creatures reminding me
of my own beating heart
that nearly betrayed

given a chance to beat again
keeping time with each step
so I can once again see
a Hummingbird and the Plover

Image Taken From Morgue File Digitized by Myself

Beating Hearts

August 4, 2015September 26, 2015

DISTANCE A GRAIN OF SAND

the darkness of the night enfolds you
trying to hide you in its’ shadows
as i see you there within its’ curtain
answering my call to come to me
covering me soft with angel’s wings

the nights wore on and you were there
calling you in a time of urgency
the night a cover with moonbeam light
revealing the many layers of your love

transcending time’s clockwork hands
now yours’ tenderly holding onto mine
touching my fevered face and brow
distance becoming a grain of sand
the night your warm embrace

During the many weeks of being ill and feeling as though I were alone I believed that my mother was there with me. Odd though it may seem death is not really a separation from those we love.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized