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Sunday, August 26, 2018

Secrets
















Just between us,

I use to be as cautious as you once were.

However, trembling hands are becoming,

reliable as the branches of your tree.



Just between us,

I use to be as anxious as you once were.

However, my happiness is becoming,

reliable as the wings that set you free.



Just between us,

I use to be as impulsive as you once were.

However, my needs are becoming,

reliable as the seeds you foresee.



Just between us,

I use to be as secretive as you once were.

However, the long secretive numbing,

reliable secrets are gone, finally I’m free.





Linking with the Sunday Muse

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Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Coconut!














Coconut! O coconut! O I love your trees!
I’m so lonesome for one.
Are you too? Lost there by the sea.

Coconut! O coconut! O I love your trees!
Strolling through a palm grove,
in the balmy breeze.

Coconut! O coconut! O I love your trees!
Soaring toward the heavens,
strong and, with such ease.

Coconut! O coconut! O I love your trees!
Legends, myths, and folklore,
what some foresee about your trees!

But, coconut! O coconut! I want your tree to thrive!
Because, if I could have just one,
I’d need yours to survive! 

Photo by Josiah Weiss-unsplash


















Monday, August 20, 2018

Rocky Road










Photo by Levi Guzman Unsplash 


Once I had that one friend

That made me feel as if,

I was an old chunk of iron.

Magnetized me stiff.



Couldn’t wait to hear,

The comic lava flow.

Flowing from her lips,

Volcanic talent show.



Laughing until our ribs,

Couldn’t take no more.

We’d somehow wind up,

Sprawled out onto the floor.



Shopping was our contact sport,

We’d avoid all kinds of hypes.

Bargain’s found, she’d wear hers,

Like a tiger wears his stripes.



I would have never wanted,

To tame that friend of mine.

Inside she suffered deeply,

So, the outside had to shine.



I’m still plain old vanilla.

My mind and body slowed.

But, I know there in heaven,

Sweet Elaine is rocky road!




Sunday, August 19, 2018

White-winged Dove












White-winged dove, relaxing in her cooing perch. 

Loving all the silence, welcoming serenity.

Freeing all her willful notions,

Fully from mentality.

Seeking all solutions when,

Returning to reality.

Releasing sufferings of the heart,

Completely from her entity.

Cleansing of her spirit,

Resuming her vitality.

Tranquility of a white-winged dove.

Accepting, heavenly prosperity.



 Linking with The Sunday Muse


Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

Totems


Saturday, August 18, 2018

Hands











All shades of flesh, sizes, and shapes.
Often get dirty with scratches or scrapes.


Some may feel smooth or wrinkled and rough.
Or give a quick shake dainty or tough.


Sometimes they're cold or warm to the touch.
And, they often hold hands they love so much.


Sometimes adorned with jewelry or inks.
Hands often serve meals, nibbles, and drinks.


Hands used to signal, salute, and to wave.
Some hands are rude and misbehave.


Enthusiastically placed over hearts.
Even if penniless and used to push carts.


Some believe palms foretell their fate.
Used to plant rosemary by a garden gate.


Hands catch balls or toss caps in the air.
Give you a menu and pull out your chair.


Sometimes used to pull rabbits from hats.
And, even to fervently swat away gnats.


Sometimes used to help people to speak.

Hands help the old, sick, tired and weak.


Lovingly knits, socks, scarfs and sweaters.
And, they write novels, poems and letters.


Sometimes used to throw something away.
Sometimes tenderly held together to pray.


Hands lovingly wipe tears from a cheek.
Whatever they do, all our hands are unique.


A world full of hands from every race.
All belonging here in this beautiful place.                          



Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash




Thursday, August 16, 2018

Little Red Maple











Arriving in the August heat

Gently unpacked and placed at our feet

A little shorter than her

Tears making our vision blur



Inspecting every small leaf

Believing it would lesson our grief

A little supporter for her

Merely making our mission occur



Planting in the August ground

Gently placed ashes safe and sound

A shovel of soil and a prayer

Hearing heart burdens we bare



Blessings for growth not yet seen

Wind blowing leaves red, orange and green

A strong limb for the cardinal to nest

A special place for her spirit to rest



Blessed when the years come and go

Finding ourselves sitting below

On a blanket of red leaves on the ground

And, praying to feel her love all around



Blessed to have had her at all

Believing this tree will never stay small

Standing tall, I hope to never see

A poem lovely as this red maple tree



Vicki Rogers
Photo by Grant McCurdy on Unsplash
 




Monday, August 13, 2018

Ragamuffin















Ragamuffin is what they call me
Roaming along life’s back alley’s
In the moonlight or the blazing sun
I’m going to stray
Now, I’ve not lost my way
I’m going to stay
If it’s feline flawless
I’ll put my paws down on the earth I’ve found
Feel the cool breeze rippling through my fuzzy tresses
But, I’ll never settle down too long
Cause, I’m an unruffled natural cat
I’ve got to roam when I hear
The pleasant purring melody
Inviting me to sashay its way
So, look out now
Look out, look out
I’m in town
I love chasing those dreams around
Purr









Photo by Clark Young on Unsplash



Sunday Muse
Roads to somewhere, sunny skies

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Blue Eyes














When we first met your dark blue eyes met mine 
A nice long stare 
Like our souls swirled off somewhere to conspire 
The life we’d share
I only have memories of that day
When you were born
Years of pouts, tea cups, singing, cakes, candles,
And, paper torn
Good times, laughter, sharing, sorrow, and tears
It all repeats 
And, it has, and it will again you know 
If our hearts beat
And, when its time for me to wait for you
I’ll find you in the light, sweet eyes so blue 


For Kelly 
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A Love Letter


Dear Lauren,

I wanted to say hello for your birthday, I love you so much, honey! I remember the day I was at the mall right before your funeral. I was shopping for clothes to wear to it, but all I could think about was you and how much I love you and how much I’ll miss you. I heard the song playing at the store and I even briefly remembered, but my grief was so great at that time to recognize it was from you. The memory is so much clearer now. You, me and Terry riding in the car going somewhere as we often did when y’all were younger. I had purchased a new cd and I remember you in the back seat because Terry had called shotgun, and I remember telling you that you could ride in the front on the way home. I remember me and you playing “New Shoes” over and over again from my new Paolo Nutini CD. I think we drove Terry a little crazy with it. ;) I hadn’t heard that song in years, but now I know that day at the mall when “New Shoes” was playing in the store it was you trying to let me know you love me and that you were okay. I know you knew I would eventually make the connection in my head, because of our occasional conversations about loved ones who have passed, and how we believed they find ways to let us know their okay and they love us. I’ll be listening to “New Shoes “ on your birthday, and remembering a sweet memory of you!

Hey, I put some new shoes on
And suddenly everything is right
I said, hey I put some new shoes on
And everybody's smiling, it's so inviting
Oh short on money but long on time
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine
And I'm running late and I don't need an excuse
Cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes
(Paolo Nutini)

Love to you sweetheart,
Nana

In loving memory of Lauren Nicole 

08/25/1997 to 07/12/2018

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Warm December’s


I fought to fit in where soft snowflakes gently fell upon my shoulders. I can still remember the bitter cold and how it sent shivers up my spine. My ambition overcame my fears when I packed all my favorite things. You don’t know me, but neither did they. I know I’ve not been blessed with beauty, and I’m a little rough around the edges. I know I’ll never have to hear “I told you so”, there’s a talent agent out there looking for someone just like me. I hold my head high when I walk the star studded sidewalks. I know I’ll be discovered, I can feel it in my bones.

I’ve spent several warm December’s here, weaving between casting calls, auditions, and odd jobs. Someday I’ll get my big break and leave these sunny worn walls behind. But, for now I might sip some chamomile tea, and feel the warm breeze as it carries the scents from the cities streets through my window. I’ll recite a few lines to my attentive audience in the room, before I tuck myself into my makeshift bed. Hopefully I’ll have visions of stardom dance through my head on this warm December night.


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