Song – Page 2

February 26, 2017September 2, 2017

Spring Beckons

The birds tremble in the cold morning air
wings flutter beneath the leafy boughs

the air is shot through with bird song
like tiny meteorites dancing in the sky

reminding me that the warmth of Spring
beckons in tiny increments of beauty

as the small pink flowers of succulents
peek out smiling with miniature faces

the tiniest flowers of heather in bloom
for weeks despite the daunting cold

for each morning the bird song’s chorus
awakens me and gives my spirit wings

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Digitized by Myself

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November 3, 2016September 2, 2017

The Breath of Spirit

I use to pray when asking or wanting
was all I thought there was
when I used the energy of my being
as if kinetic magnetic waves
to bring me absolute truth

when now with years of searching
I find that closing my eyes
to breathe quietly within
the mist begins to clear as
though sun rays warm my spirit

the dew drops melt on blades of grass
to find me walking a deserted shore
where the ocean winds touch my hair
and the watery brine is lifted thus
to coat my skin with salty jewels

where words are not labels or script
but the beauty of butterflies laced
with birdsong and seeded with pearls
that transcend time and space
filling my soul with balm and peace

This has been posted on Jamie Dedes’s site for the Wednesday Prompt. If you would like to join in please visit her at https://musingbymoonlight.com/2016/11/02/breathless-between-language-myth-a-poem-and-therein-is-your-wednesday-writing-prompt

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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April 22, 2016April 22, 2016

ILLUSIVE WORDS

The words follow me like the words
from the lyrics of a Pied Piper song
amused that I can’t seem to pull
them from their hiding place long
in a Pandora’s poetry box of rhyme

They dance through my mind as notes
as the music keeps playing again
and again always laughing at my effort
to trap them still pearls of wisdom
formed by the ocean’s sand a vision

Perhaps if I remain very still
like a mime I always portray to be
the Pied Piper will stop playing
whilst the pearls break free of the sand
my words a wordsmiths’ render I will see

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Illusive Words

June 18, 2014June 18, 2014

Dissolving Pearls

adrift on the tide of time
ebbing and receding quickly now
dissolving pearls seen
as minutes of time
becoming particles of sand
an hourglass known
to be tailored to each one

recognition briefly still here
the brightness of a smile
a twinkle in the eye
checking memories each one
to know they do remain

a lucky penny catches the eye
it is quickly snatched up
deposited in a pocket
a mockingbird song entertains
sun up to sun down
each note a suggestion…
of something

the sadness finally dissipated
as a rain now a fine mist
settling but only briefly
the sun always bringing
a warmth to the soul
a new day beginning

looking around for the familiar
knowing it is there
just beneath a hazy morning
burning off in the heat of day
where all is now clear
the years only an illusion
and youth just beginning

Visiting dad always has the variable of “what if” involved. Now at 90 plus years of age and due to mild to moderate dementia, dad has good days and not so good, and through it all he still perseveres and manages to get through every day no matter what.

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March 5, 2014March 5, 2014

Unaltered Moments

precious unaltered moments
the symmetry of which
never wavers
even when out of focus
as images do
in the memory of ones’ mind

laughter repeating
over and over again
& you know
it is completing
the song
the dance

colors languish
a day never to repeat
as no two are the same
because you know
in your heart of hearts
in another time
you will meet

Image Taken From The Morgue File

No two memories are the same. No two are alike. The resemblance ends with the many different people who have them, even though they might have been in the same place at the same time. What do you see, when you see a specific color, a winding road, a waterfall? What brings to your mind the smell of food cooking, bread baking? We each store our memories in different ways and our senses bring them alive each day that we live. In this way we are never really alone.

November 3, 2013November 3, 2013

Germantown Walnuts

walnut trees growing
in Germantown, PA
as I walked beneath
their leafy boughs
another time & space

I knew how it felt
to touch their
rough tree bark &
believed I could climb
upon a branch &
share with singing lark

for she brought them
into her kitchen
to share in baking song
& made them part & parcel
to bring us all along

her memory of growing up
as she walked
beneath their shade
baking smells embracing
in Germantown, PA

My grandmother was raised in Germantown, PA and came to live on the West Coast as a teenager. Walnut trees grow in abundance there and so using them in baking became part of her tradition. There was rarely anything that did not have them in it and her coffee table always had a variety of nuts in the shell to wait for someone to crack them open.

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June 19, 2013June 19, 2013

Lavender & Whippoorwills

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nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills

whose song bids me
follow the spirit
of you
entwined as we are
in consummate truth

i see you dancing
beneath the elm tree
with boughs your
dance partner
forever & free

as you slip transparent
from my view
the music plays softly
as it is never adieu

from the lemon bush
filtering meringue
soft dreams
to the orange orchard
citrus scenes

i knew you loved me
before i became a whisper
& held me near
before the dance…
taste of cinnamon cinders

nasturtiums growing
in hollyhock fields
smelling of lavender
& blue whippoorwills

February 18, 2013

Mr Kenny “G”

i don’t remember the year
but do remember the place
where mr kenney ‘g’ played
his saxophone to me

at the state fair i sat
in the bleachers all alone
as he entered to the right
of main stage in sight

i watched the crowds
surround him as he slowly
walked toward the back of
front aisle seats clad

in skinny jeans and shirt
curly hair about his head Goggle Image
as alto sax notes poured Kenny “G”
each melody easily scored

he reached where i was
mesmerized listening rapt
to stand and look up at me
playing to where i sat

it seemed forever he played
before he finally moved on
the day mr kenny ‘g’ graced
my life in alto song

This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/sense-of-place/

It was a surpise to go and see Kenny “G” that year, as my husband (when I was married) bought the tickets without my knowing, and for this wonderfully gifted artist and musician to stop in front of those bleachers and look up to me and continue to play…well, that was a once in a lifetime thing and will never happen again.

February 10, 2013February 10, 2013

Peas in a Pod

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‘two peas in a pod’…have you
heard the expression
i would stand my ground
through every dimension

there was fury and anger
in every move she made
i felt it growing up
a fiery onslaught cascade

as year flew by faster
sending us forth and beyond
her health ever failed her
took me years to catch on

that holding onto bitterness
tasted like acid filled song
to forgive and let go
an aching that i longed for

within a prison i had made
nothing ever etched in stone
time gave clarity to us both
together close and not alone

i gave her all i could amend
calling her daily even when
her hours had waned and
angels called her to them

‘two peas in a pod’…have you
heard the expression
she visits in my dreams
through every dimension

This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/the-Art-of-letting-go/

My mother and I struggled to get along and even after I married and had a family we simply could not agree on many things. But after all was said and done, we were really so much alike in so much of who we were, that in her final years we became so close, it was difficult when she died. Five years later and I long for the phone to ring, or for me to dial her up and her hear voice.