Spirit – Page 3

August 28, 2012

Time’s Door

Photo by Edward Weston 1939

the coastal terrain whizzes
by in my effort to catch up
to claim time as my ally

drift wood laden shores
with rocky strewn beaches
such alien distant creatures

my car picks up speed on
straightaways, slowing down
on curves the car sways

when will i reach destination
unknown a room with a key
time once again has flown

walking on the sandy beach
salt spray, shells and stone
i no longer feel alone

my thoughts weave about the
elusive tide of time’s door
plying soul and spirit’s core

reaching inside to pull my
heart throughout times’ eternity
journey’s calm is wrought

as though the sea winds have
wrapped me within their embrace
helping me again to face

a world where the essence of
time flies capturing unnoticed
years unfurling tinctured rhyme

August 15, 2012

Sunsets and Sunrises

she knew her sunsets and sunrises
were firsts and lasts
that tomorrow might not come
that she had cheated fate
but once again

but hope rings true like a
glistening silver bell
to ring in another day’s noises
from the city and the calm
of making choices

she loved life and fought bravely
a battle she could not see
but could feel hidden inside
though the mirror reminded as
though but to chide

her memory of another time a
face someone elses’ now changed
she shows the world a ‘Spirit’
her body but a shell never
able to diminish it

she watches the faces of her
loved ones as they watch her for
a time heavens’ Angels beckon come
she sees sunsets and sunrises
now only she can fathom

Here in the Northwest a most gifted, articulate and giving woman gave up her fight with brain tumors and I offer up this small bit of prose for her. Kathi Goertzen was our Channel 4 News Anchor for many years and fought bravely for the last 14 years to overcome tumors that gave her little respite. She managed to connect with so many people, such as myself, just by us watching her report the news. She gave to her family, her community and when all is said and done herself. I wish for you many beautiful sunsets and sunrises where your “Spirit” now resides. Blessings!

June 22, 2012

Lavender Falls

dreams of strawberry
fragrant touch
lifting spirit my
soul arousing

sent careening
down as much on
lavender falls upon
misty meaning

i dream of strawberry
fragrant touch
lilac petals tender
essence streaming

April 30, 2012April 30, 2012

FALLS

a shower FALLS down
over her
much like being
captured beneath the
thundering FALLS

high on a mountain top
but hot enough to
sooth away the pain

a permanence that
permeates her body
after a day of
living life every
day of her life

she closes her eyes
letting water drops
run down her face
her hair in
rivulets

expanding awareness
but never giving
answers of a time
without pain and
she smiles

“but is sad to think
of people whose
lives are cut
short”

by disease, by the
bullet sent forth
from a soldier’s gun
of the gun on the
streets of an
inner city

lives created and
barely breathed by
tiny infants or
those without
lives

enclosed in a world
of mental illness
a life inside
their own mind
a prisoner

she sighs and breathes
deeply because
pain can be lived
with, can be part
of a life

tomorrow will come
again rain or shine
as she relishes
the quiet
letting the shower

wash away the pain
her spirit rising
beneath the
WATER’S FALL

February 26, 2012

Field of Wild Flowers and Queen Anne’s Lace

She summons the courage to
propel herself forward
back in time past school
yards covered in dirt
surrounded by chain link
fences with children
playing nursery rhymes

but all she really wants
is to lie down in a field
of wild flowers amidst
the queen anne’s lace

She wills herself to run
past youthful wiles of
teen age pessimism all
heart’s emotions a roller
coaster played out in a
game of self-fulfilling
hurt of loveless guiles

but all she really wants
is to lie down in a field
of wild flowers amidst
the queen anne’s lace

She takes determined steps
past hopeful dreams
anchored in the concrete
of city streets and high
rise buildings with a
widening gap of poverty
and wealthy ego schemes

but all she really wants
is to lie down in a field
of wild flowers amidst
the queen anne’s lace

She propels herself forward
past everything gone to
here and now trying to find
her spirit at last letting
go of the trappings of life
free to love and give back
passion of life in flying

so then she can finally be
able to lie down in a field
of wild flowers amidst
the queen anne’s lace

January 25, 2012January 25, 2012

Satin Rainbow

We will make it
through as
navigators of days
dimly lit like
a heavy mist
ribboned fog
promising

light at the end of
a tunnel opening
wide telescoping
like the lens of
a camera
filled

dreams dipped in
a satin rainbow
tangible enough
to touch the
softness

sliding upon
skin of shoulders
warmed by sun of
a new day
dawning liquid
like fire that
never burns

quenching a thirst
with glacier waters
without ice
where our spirits
fly free above
all battles
fought

knowing victory is
but a gift a
knowledge of
the heart
life’s journey
only the
path

January 8, 2012January 8, 2012

Wings of Spirit

Let thy spirit soar to
skies toward the clouds
to play on high

Capture sun rays on
spirit wings to glisten
where the birds do sing

Then will it toward the
earth to fall to speed
along earthen vale

That nature wrought with
love and might where your
spirit doth takes flight

Then direct your path to
oceans wide to collect
the sea salt in the tide

Take there your written
words abide within the
tides of time reside

Your spirit belongs to
you alone loving all
earth above and below

Inspiration struck when I visited my friend’s site in New Zealand and viewed a video she posted there called 2012 Year of Power. Thank you Marja for a beautiful site filled with ideas of wonder. I invite you to go to her site and see this video. See http://dutchcorner.blogspot.com and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

September 2, 2011

Prisms

Prisms of color are touching the
corners of my mind with images of
ferry rides across unsettling
oceans of water a transport to
buildings of monumental size and
walls trimmed out with barbed wire
uninviting and cold beckoning with
unseeing eyes holding lives unable
to live, unable to speak their
truth with no one to listen but
unmoving walls devoid of a heart
bereft of a soul because when you
enter your life is no longer your
own and your spirit apart alone

August 21, 2011

Periwinkle Skies

Periwinkle and
cornblue skies
writing verses
for you and I
letting my
muse lie by
my side
tempting and
teasing the
spirit inside
drawing near
to play the
child with
words flowing
free for us
both beguiled