Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Color

 Color

 

Can we speak of color?

And what is it for?

Perhaps, so we can tell one flower 

From another

 

Can we speak of color?

a simple tool

It must be seen

The beauty of the world

 

Added drop by drop

In perfect harmony

Every color of the rainbow

And then some

 

Can we speak of color?

Each moment of the day

Rendered to help 

Us find our way

 

Can we speak of color?

A lifetime study

No way to know them all

Primary colors, secondary colors and on and on

 

Can we speak of color?

Nothing definite

Absolutely changeable

Just when you think you know

 

Color will become something else

Mysterious, unnamable

Changing right before your eyes

An outlaw element to be sure

 

Can we speak of color?

And the mysteries that surround

How is it different from the other elements?

It is the only one we respond to with love or hate

 

No usually we do not say,

“Oh I love that shape”

Or, “I love that line”

But we do say, “I love that color!”


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Thursday, February 15, 2024

You Left in the Morning


You left in the Morning

 

I promised I would return in the morning

And I did

I was late because the driver 

Had many stops to make

 

I was not the only one 

There were many

Stops and starts

 

Drop off one

Pick up another

 

Still when I arrived

The woman at the desk

Recognized me

And asked to be sure

 

She said

He has just passed

I was too late

 

Too see you one last time

The night before as I was leaving

I stopped at the desk

And asked how long it would be

 

I was told, “Oh, it might be weeks.”

The morning came and you

Were gone

 

Before I left home

I asked you, “ What should I hope for?”

Your answer, “That he does not suffer long.”

 

Long?  How long is too long?

What is the measurement?

How is one to know?


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Tuesday, February 6, 2024

Safe

 Safe 

 

it is the thing we all desire

safety for ourselves

and for those we love

 

yet….where is it safe?

under the desk or table

and safe from what?

 

I think we would like to be safe

at the end of the day

we will return home

without worry or strife

 

or is it safety in relationship?

you will care for me

as I care for you

protect you from harm

 

there is much to fear 

In this life

will bombs explode?

as we lie down to rest

 

you can never be sure

so we will take what safety

we can

 

live in the sunshine

feed the chickens

pet the dog

and snuggle the cat

 

that is enough


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Wednesday, December 6, 2023

A Tree

 A Tree

 

best friend 

comfort and shade

keeps secrets 

lips sealed

 

 children climb to the very top

 keep them safe 

 catch a breeze

 hold your breath

 

selected on cold yule night

cut in the forest

yuletide symbol in it’s prime

bundled and trucked

 

by the window placed 

it happens every year

first the lights are strung

the old ornaments unwrapped

 

little red Santa you made in school

snowman of paper covered with glitter

bird in a nest   sings his song

tiny guitar        mouse trap

 

hang the icicles 

carefully          one by one

last of all          the star for the top

 

what a sight

like a bandbox

In the night

sparkling bright

 

raise a toast

and declare

you are the best of all

Christmas tree

 



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Thursday, November 23, 2023

Just Momets Before

  Memories/Just Moments Before






yes, memories can pierce

the heart like a frozen icicle

and yet, the daily things can

fall from the pocket we keep them in

 

another Friday            the exact day and the exact moment

remain forever as if in resin

turn it in your hand     

look close

 

what do you see?  within the heart

flowers float on the water

the owl and the octopus

stroll the sandy shore

 

years separate 

events tied with a fisherman’s knot

somewhere long ago      

your life began    

 

I told you I would come in the morning

you could not wait

your journey began 

just moments before 

 

in that quiet room      

number 222    

breath ceased

you are there and yet

no longer here


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