Year

January 2, 2018

The Moon Waxing Gibbous

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures and Digitally Altered by Myself.

The moon waxing gibbous yet still
slicing a swath of brilliant light
as a star cloaked in clouds of grey
heralds in another new year

while fallen leaves rain-soaked
leave paths of design wind-blown
on still another cold winter night

speaking in cursory tones of apathy
clothed in ice or frosty breath
billowing as tiny puffs of clouds
as revelers send fireworks skyward

each past year is now a footprint
knowing garnered as grains of sand
stitched into the living fabric

of each life taking every step
along an ocean bathed
in luminous moonlight

as unique as the night sky filled
with a moon waxing gibbous

May everyone have a Peace filled 2018.

January 2, 2015January 2, 2015

MY MUSE RISES UP

my muse rises up
from the remnants of time
remaining in the year

minutes filtering down
like particles of sand
through the bottleneck
of the hourglass

more precious than salt
which, when stirred in water
cannot be seen
the taste of which remains

my muse rises up
from the remnants of time
remaining in the year

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

Wishing everyone who comes this way and visits a prosperous New Year in 2015 and good health on the pathways they walk in life.

May 29, 2013May 29, 2013

Year of The Dragon

Google Image

born in the year
of the dragon
apart from
all the others
always longing to
take flight
hold tight
to the rough scales

like chain mail
that can either
protect you or
bring you down
spiraling toward
earthbound
or is it made

like origami birds
light as air to
release you there
amongst the clouds
with your dragon tail
breathing

dragon breath of
fire and mist to
give you the strength
you need in
storm’s release for
you were born in
the year
of the dragon

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

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.