Thursday, May 26, 2016

May 26, 2016 Writer's Digest/ Make the Effort

Make the Effort
there are no guarantees    simply be willing    make a start
you never know where it will take you    you want to be a writer     write
you want to be a dancer    dance    you want to be a singer
sing    anything you want is possible     just begin
sometimes the beginning is slow    other times     you know it is what you were supposed to do
i remember in the beginning    before a piece of white paper     breathtaking
no…i didn’t know what to do    where i was going    or if i would get there
but I did know    it was just important to begin    in this moment
my kitty    pushes the studio door open    opening doors is new for him
yet he is willing    to try    wants to find out what is on the other side
May 26, 2016

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016 dVerse/ We Never Know --dVerse Open Link Night

We Never Know

Each farewell contains the implied hello      yes it is my intention to see you again

and yet...           each farewell could be the last               we never know

it has happened all too often            friends and lovers together for the last time

life too precious to hold        like a bird in a cage                we all need to be free

to live as we choose        to come and go without question            to roll in a ball

to bask in the sun                            to sing our song at the top of our lungs

no we never know              it has happened all too often     but for the one who is left

the last farewell can be a turning point                  so memorable

it can never be forgotten      each moment of the farewell          played over and over

i held my breath          you looked down             your eye lashes shadowed your cheek

you made pancakes for breakfast          took a shower                    called to me

i was late                      hurried out the door                                    closing it behind me

we never know       i promised i would return in the morning      you were no longer there

i sat by your bed        you took your last breaths            i loved you then...and always will

each time we part could be the last time                       each hello precious

May 25, 2016

Note:  When I think of the unintended farwells of my life.  Each one I wish could have been different, if only I had known.  But that is life, imperfect at its' best.

Friday, May 20, 2016

May 22, 2016 The Sunday Whirligig #60/ No Streetcar Can I Ride -- The Sunday Whirl Wordle #252/Emptiness -- Poets United Poets Pantry


the day ends         storm clouds gather on the horizon                all is quiet

except for an occasional thunder or flash of lightening              i have lost track

of when it last rained         the thirsty earth is waiting                as i stand waiting

i watch the horizon      it is as though            you have just disappeared from view

will reappear at any moment      as long as i live             you will be here with me

today is your birthday        you would have been 50                 hard to imagine

my son                               my little boy                                    a grown man

eyes of blue                       your funny smile                    how wise you had grown

today is late spring           summer is not far behind                  with its' hot breath

in the garden plays a familiar tune    on the wind chimes      still... before you know it

another year will pass     there is no stopping time              no way to fill the emptiness

wonder where you are        and how could this be                 i can make no sense of it

no myth or fairytale            can explain what has happened        the bell tolls

a clear peal                          summons worshippers                it is not that i am unwilling

to live fully each day        but there is always a price to pay       i have grown comfortable

                                                                                                               with emptiness

May 22, 2016


No Streetcar Can I Ride
this minute
this hour
the air still
no breeze in sight
nor felt upon my skin
no gritty sand between my fingers

        no fetid scents
no filthy faces

       in this twilight of my life
still searching
weighting and measuring
trying to get at “it”
...what is “it” after all

       still i am home
i work at home
no longer lost
sometimes found
the search continues
i walk in desert sand

broke down
broke back mountain
broken heart
in this moment breaking

        skunk cabbage
grows in the wetlands
grows in eastern america
smells awful
i leave it for skunks
...don't know if they like it or not

         each day the same
up early
make my bed
go to the studio
continue work
one day follows the one before
like soldiers in a parade

          vow to meet today
where yesterday left off
no streetcar can i ride
the journey long
the time short

May 20, 2016

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 Writer's Digest / A Napkin to Keep

A Napkin to Keep

                       folded white
within reach
catch the drip from my lips
                                                 like a kiss
wipe my fingertips

                       made of paper
of no great value
great for picnics

                       mother's best
touch of lace
washed and starched
folded just so
used on special occasions
appear on the table
each christmas

                       in the bar
served under the glass
a note between us
a love letter
from trash
to a treasured thing
                                                a keepsake

May 18, 2016

Sunday, May 15, 2016

May 15, 2016 The Sunday Whirl Wordle #251/Memories of the Last Time -- Sunday's Whirligig #59/The Neighborhood - Poets United

Memories of the Last Time

       today you would be fishing          dressed in white

to avoid certain burn            the sun already high in the sky

summer is here at last           last time/last meal/last words spoken

the flowers limp withered              where you left them

         hung a wreath on the door       to say you would not be coming back

the bay house      already a memory/already fading       my life through a screen

a little boy runs laughing                   a small black dog at his heels

           you arrive          pause to take a breath            straighten your shoulders

what is more/what is less      cover the mirror in the hall             with black cloth

                                                                                    one last look

            old friends together                    we walk through the empty house

                                     so many memories

                                                                                   so many years

we both raised children in this house                     today i leave it for the last time

May 15, 2016


The Neighborhood

       the sky is clear
the morning quiet
bewildered by the silence
of early morning
most still sleeping

silver tongued charlatans
dressed in their worsteds
bane of my youth
cunning with their words
church on sunday nights
put on a show
wrestle with the devil
you know
pass the plate

        all the while the moon
waxing and waning
paying no attention at all
the world i was born into
was a different world
a simple world
small town
it is touching to remember

         kids playing baseball until dark
outside at night
lightening bugs
hide and seek
the slam of the screen door
red rover
folks on the porch swing
saying howdy to the neighbors

          my childhood was blessed
angels were among us
the memory seems a far-away place
most of the characters have left the stage
things are different now

May 14, 2016

Thursday, May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 dVerse Open Link Night #172/ I Remember Mama

I Remember Mama
                       i was a lucky one
my little mother
as kind as she could be
cared for me
never missed a day
kissed me off to school
and was there to welcome me home

                       a beautiful seamstress
she made clothes for me
i remember a favorite
red with a full skirt
i would spin around to see it flare
beautiful gowns for dances i would go

                       a terrific cook
could make anything
she made jam when the fruit was in season
make pickles, cakes and pies
her meals were best

                        when i was little
she often read to me
favorite stories
she taught me all the nursery rhymes
she introduced me to her love of poetry

                        a home-body
loved our home
our pets
my dad
us kids
her god

                        she took me to church
she had a lovely voice
taught sunday school
and looked after the sick
often took a dish to the covered dish suppers
i'm afraid church didn't take to me

                        lived a long time without complaint
died at 96
way too soon
i remember mama
i miss her everyday

May 12 2016

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

May 11, 2016 Poets United Midweek Motif, Birds/ The Red Wing Black Bird

The Red Wing Black Bird

                                               the red wing black birds are my favorites
if it is possible to have a favorite among birds
each creature perfect
but she with the red on her shoulders
singing her black bird song

                                                i know where to find her
she will always be
among the cat tails
she hangs on to the tall stalks
as they sway with the wind

                                               sometimes just a dark spot in the landscape
yet when she flies
the flash of red
tells me who she is

                                               only once did she come to my backyard feeder
i saw her from the window
thrilled that she would come
not her usual place
later, that same day she brought her mate

                                                a special day in my days of bird watching
she sang her black bird song
told me of the many places she had visited
told me her history
looked me in the eye
and then flew away
never looked back

                                               still i wait for her return

May 11, 2016