Wednesday, July 30, 2014

July 30, 2014 Writer's Digest/Yesterday

Yesterday
I was stuck
It is said we have
Twenty six thousand 
Thoughts a day
Unfortunately 
Most of them are the same
That is what was happening to me
One memory kept returning
To visualize in my mind
Each time tears came to my eyes
Crystal sparkling tears

My world was filled with sadness
This morning things are better
It is a new day
I cannot say there won’t be sadness
In this day but it won’t be the same
I can even return to that same thought
And I am not crying
No crystal sparkling tears

I cannot say how 
We get out of our minds
But I can say
Sometimes it is better
To be outside
Rather than inside

July 30, 2014

Note:  What was that thought?  I could see your hand holding mine, in a very tight grip. Again I could hear you telling me, you wanted to go home.  All the while I knew you never would.


Tuesday, July 29, 2014

July 29, 2014 Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads/This Poem is a Lonely Room -- Mag 230/In the Museum

This Poem is a Lonely Room
This poem is a lonely room
This poem is a sigh
This poem is longing

Even in a crowded room
Your absence strong
No place for me

My sigh
Barely heard
Caught on a breeze

With longing I am
Wishing you were here
Had never gone away

This poem a crowded room
This poem quiet and lonely blue
This poem a Mother’s heart 
Filled with longing


July 29, 2014

Note:  I am a little confused, I wrote to Tuesday's post by Susie….

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MAGPIE TALES FOR SUNDAY JULY 27, 2014

In the Museum
Sunday afternoon
Heels clack on the floor
The air cool
Lifeless
I search for you

Faces hanging on the wall
Objects in the cases
Behind glass
Nametags tell all
Where are you
I whisper

All by yourself
Alone on a windowsill
Brightly lit
By the sunshine
That streams through
The window
Near the stair

You are there
Only I can see
What you are to me
Spirit of a boy
Gone away
A Mother’s heart broken
I miss you everyday


July 29, 2014



July 29, 2014



Saturday, July 26, 2014

July 26, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/Saturday Morning/dVerse Open Link Night

Saturday Morning
Distant sounds of barking dogs
Blast the stillness
Greet the morning
Sweet smell of sage fills the air
White stained by red

Failure to understand language
Reveals no news
Unfolds empty sheets
Shallow exchanges
Fifty shades of grey
An abstract painting
Hung on the wall
For all to see

Amateurs dabble
Hunt for meaning
Gather skills
Pretenders
Fake it till you
Make it
Whack it out
No shortcuts
The road is long
The journey is lonely
Sacrifice required
No guarantee of success

This time
It is all about you
All about love
Tell me who you really are
White stained by red
Blue and yellow
Hallowed halls of the studio
Echo the silence of your leaving
Birds thrill under the portal
Summer heat seeps in

No time to waste
The day is short
The sands run out
Only one chance
Dive deep
Give it your all
Wait for me on the other side

July 26, 2014

The Sunday whirl:  Early words: 
dabble, thrill, whack, hallowed, blasts, stained,
hunt, unfolds, shallow, center, skill, reveal

In a few days, on the calendar I will mark the second month since you died.  My feelings of loneliness are unbearable.  You remain in all things...what I do, I do to honor you, to say how much you meant in my life, how your presence enriched me.