Sunday, August 31, 2014

August 31, 2014 The Sunday Whrl/What is Really Important





What is Really Important
I thought it was about time
Decades of time
Now I think not...
I listen
The silence pierces
Like the very moment
The music stops

The slate is blank
Covered with erasure dust
What are the concerns
The state is poor
Children are hungry
Behind in education
It is time for a change
Even the seasons know

Summer becomes autumn
Migrations have begun
Most birds have gone south
Except for the ones that stay here
In community all year
Many children
Follow the dangerous path north

I did not design this world
No one asked me
That is good for I don’t have all the answers
I only hope someone who does will serve
Someone who cares for more than just
Filling their pockets with shiny gold
Someone who cares more
About need than greed

August 31, 2014

__________________________

Butterflies Fly Free
I am reminded how the butterflies
Rose and flew free from your fingertips
Your gentleness and your kindness
Filled the room where the lights were low
Outside that room the sun shone bright

Honeysuckle bloomed everywhere
The smell was in the air
Reminding one of the day
The hour
The season
Try to hold on
Take each day slow
Stop the clock

Still time flew
It is over
You are gone
The world will not be the same
My life is changed
I stumble through the season

Still I look for you
And wonder at my purpose
Why must I continue alone
Knowing you have gone
With the butterflies
Fly free
No longer trapped in the cage
That held you bound
Sparkle with the fireflies
In the evening light
Ripped a hole in the universe
As big as the cloudless
Clear blue sky

You are not the echo
That thrown out returns
Instead the shooting star
Flying far into the heavens
Flying free

August 31, 2014

  






Saturday, August 30, 2014

August 30, 2014 dVerse/Underground




Underground
I have been underground
All summer
Waiting for my heart to mend
As if I were a bulb underground
Dreaming through winter
Snow and cold wind
Whistling down from the North

This year my time underground
Has been summer
The sun blasts hot
On the desert floor
Horny toads come out of shadow
To sunbathe
Snakes warm themselves on rocks
Wildflowers bloom
The Devil’s Red Pencil
Then purple and yellow color the fields

Green turns golden
Dried meadows shimmer
And sparkle in sunlight
The sky clear blue
Not a cloud in sight
Evidence you are no longer here
There is a sense of waiting
Waiting for things to be different

Time passes
The pages of the calendar flip
I look for you everywhere
I find you in the new light of autumn
The wind chime gently
Marks the day
Reminding me
Winter will be different this year

August 30, 2014





Wednesday, August 27, 2014

August 27, 2014/ Poets United, Midweek Motif/ An Evening Out


Cafe Terrace, Place du Forum, Arles - Vincent van Gogh - WikiArt.
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Artist: Vincent van Gogh. Completion Date: 1888. Place of Creation: Arles, Bouches-du-Rhône, France



An Evening Out
Voices raised in Evensong
Day is done
Twilight near
Angels play hide and seek
Among the clouds of gold

Fly low
Descend
Play among the lesser folk
Kiss babies 
Bless the sick and the old
Tuck in the children
Read a story book
Say good night

Evening out
A barfly flutters in the night
Drawn to the light
The tavern old
A tired display
Have a drink
Celebrate the day
Be my baby for just 
One Starry Night

August 27, 2014














Monday, August 25, 2014

August 25, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/The Big Jump

stutter, cliff, rickety, bones, cart, absence
rift, flight, longing, sustain, baffles, language

The Big Jump
Walking steadily backwards
The edge of the cliff was a surprise
To say the least
Suddenly I took flight without intention
Something I could not sustain
My rickety bones hit bottom
In an array of salty language

They call it the Rio Grand Gorge
Home to the folks who live in Taos
A great big old crack in the ground
The very sight of it makes one begin to stutter
And a longing manifests itself
For those who wish to leave this planet
And are baffled about how

One thing about the Gorge
Is that it is a sure thing
When so much else isn’t

...a cart is necessary to collect the remains

August 23, 2014


Note:  Forgive me for being irreverent for it is tragic for so many left behind, but many people who no longer like it here, jump from the edge of the Gorge, one thing for sure if you jump, there is no changing your mind.  I try to respect those who choose the Gorge, who is to say, who should go and who should stay?  The local town folks are pondering some safety measures to keep people from jumping.