Soul – Page 4

November 7, 2015November 7, 2015

SPEAK TO ME OF BIRTHING WATERS

Speak to me of oceans deep
of harbors safely keeping me
safe within rocky shores
crashing waves reaching more
of what I yearn to be and so
speak to me of oceans deep

Speak to me of waterfalls high
emptying into pools that sigh
touching swift my plaintive soul
crying out to search and more
of what I yearn to be and so
speak to me of waterfalls high

Speak to me of birthing waters
releasing life on which I falter
a gift her soul touching on mine
my inkwell ready to pen her lines
her life connects to me and so
speak to me of birthing waters

Welcome To My World of Strong Women Karlynn Elize Renee

Photo © Misha Cruz AKA Karlynn’s Nana and My Daughter

October 1, 2014

Sweet & Soft as The Wild Rose

the night plys me
as the wild rose
bittersweet & soft

touching tender
upon my soul
to pull the words
ensconced

to lay them gently
upon the page
no longer a mirage

a desert vast expanse
a dry parched
languid breath

it touches me
transformed and cool
a night breeze
to which i now dance

Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized by Myself

September 25, 2014October 19, 2014

Quote by Emily Dickinson

“Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all.”
-Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitally Altered by Myself

I have been away from my writing due to those things in life of which I have no control. But due to that which I never lose in my life, that of Hope, I am now able to once again do that which gives meaning and purpose to what I do. The last months have been long and sometimes difficult but never without Hope of tomorrow being better.

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.

Image Taken From Morgue File

January 17, 2014January 17, 2014

Gifts They Brought Me*

pussy willows fallen from
the pussy will tree
dandelions plucked
with small hands freed
no longer unwanted
the gifts they brought me

faces stained with hints
of blackberry juice
smiles shining, wide eyes
from a berry picking sleuth
containers nearly emptied
the gifts they brought me

stories written about family
clay ash trays, a mobile too
a card on mother’s day
the sound of music playing
to fill my heart & soul
the gifts they brought me

even the laughter & tears
the many unsaid hopes & fears
days filled with moments
none of them ever dull
& the best thing brought me
the gift of themselves

Image Taken From http://morguefile.com

My children and grandchildren are a huge part of my life and without them there would be a huge gap, a hole to large to ever fill. There have been joys and sorrows and challenges throughout the years but I would never trade any of it for the experiences I have shared with them have shaped my life and the person I am.

July 18, 2013July 18, 2013

Sparks to Create & Transform

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the blacksmith forges
on the anvil
metal striking hot
with the hammer
producing sparks to
create & transform

as so does my spirit
transform my soul
when my muse eases
my gift to create
& the wordsmith
garners words once more

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

July 9, 2013July 9, 2013

Digging In My Garden

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his heart beats strong now
within his small chest
a babe newly born could
hardly find a breath

his clear blue eyes show
a window to his soul
blond hair & dimpled chin
he’s such a dapper fellow

came to dig in my garden
right along his dad’s side
a shovel bigger than he is
accomplishment & pride

even though the work was hard
never was there a complaint
he only asked his mom this
‘how much do kids make?’

My seven year old grandson can work hard just like his dad in my garden but he’s smart, this one, as he knows there is a bit of money to be had? Just loved it when he asked. Here’s to you, Wyatt!

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June 9, 2013June 9, 2013

The Realist & Angels

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i am a realist by nature
looking at my world
not through
rose-colored
glasses
but glass tempered
clear and hard
as the surface
of smooth steel beams

yet believing in angels
surrounding me
in my quest to seek
all that is
spiritual
feeling their presence
just beneath
the surface
as in a languid pool
of water

reality may keep
my being anchored to
the unsettling nature
of human beings in life
but my soul takes
flight
with my spirit
on an ever rising
tide of angels
and safe passage

http://dversepoets.com/category/twinoppositesthe-divided-self/

May 17, 2013

Like Magic

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characteristic of
none & yet
everything that is
…my muse

touches my soul
with introspective
desire like
casting spells
like magic

each word trickles
than flows like
ink drop pearls
to my pen

capturing the
essence of time
no longer
a floating tide of
black in an
inkwell

http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/velleity/

April 28, 2013

A Compass For Your Thoughts

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to be able to navigate through
timeless memories
steering clear of obstacles
careening intentionally
into elliptical forevers

stepping lightly past
moonlit nights kissed
by the fragrance of lilacs
spilling over from
sunlit days warm
as a breath of south wind

like peels of laughter
falling as rain driven
musical notes
cascading from
star dust covered bells

to bring back days on
beaches where the smell
of salt permeates the air
from briny ocean waters
to fall glistening
on your hair & skin

the smell of hot asphalt
beneath your feet as you
step lightly, a dance
of your own making
a revelry of heart and soul

to be able to navigate through
timeless memories
using a compass for
your thoughts
to guide you

on your journey of sojourning
& limitless imagination
testing the waters with your
inkwell muse….well,
what could be better
than that

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