May 25, 2014 Sunday Whirl/Garden of Sorrow/ Poets United Poetry Pantry #203

(Illustration by Nicoletta Ceccoli)

Garden of Sorrow

The smile on your face doesn’t fool me

Your hands flutter like tiny birds as you speak

Your voice a squeak like a little mouse

Survey what is before you

You point to the north

Dark clouds roll in over the mountain

And then acknowledge the other directions

And all that is sacred

You laugh out loud

It is as if you are reading the weather report

‘Warning of tornado in Taos county’

Yet you are stuck in the garden

Have taken roots

Rain drops fall upon you

Leave dark splatters on your clothes

Pigeons find shelter in your hair

Someone everywhere is dying

You are crying

Planting tear drops near the wall

May 23, 2014 Grey/Poets United/ The Color Green

Grey

Today is grey

Overcast

Rainy

A day without sunshine

A day in May

A day of grey

The grey of a dove

Calling for morning

The grey of a mouse

As he sits in the shadows

Of the house

Many birds are grey

Sometimes hard to tell apart

Grey is the color of my

True love’s eyes

Often grey is the shadow

Of brightly colored things

A song can be grey

A mood can be grey

A memory can be grey

Grey holds everything

Only holds it a little lighter

May 23, 2014

Note:  Photo by Debra Rueb, Port Aransas, Texas._______________________



Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Color Green

Color Green

Mix blue and yellow

Opposite of red on the wheel

Bright to dull/light to dark

Often the master

Of the landscape

Trees, grass, ponds

And shadows

Green can sing solo

Or harmonize

With any other color

Feels lush

Symbol of money

Abundance or envy

May 22, 2014 Writer's Digest/ Bird's Nest

Bird’s Nest

Safety

Security

Place of rest

Hidden

Up close

Far away

What birds do

Without hands

In spring

Gather materials

Carefully selected

From far and wide

Bits and pieces

Twigs and string

Make a whole

Master weaver

Thing of beauty

By thumping his breast

The inside is shaped

Something no man

Can master

Note:  Writer's Digest  Prompt:  Object

May 20, 2014 dVerse/ Faith in Drawing

In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.

Vincent Van Gogh

Faith in Drawing

It is what I do

When working on a long study

Each day I begin a new

Tie on the day’s drawing

With the day before

A lot like ironing

Out the wrinkles

Making it smooth all over

Creating one drawing

Though it is made up of

Many days

Weeks

Months

Time stitched together seamless

However long it takes.......

There is no way to get in a hurry

Just slow down

Don’t make judgments

When I hear things like

“No that isn’t right”

“It’s not going to work out”

I gently put my finger to my lips

Shush.....just wait

Keep working

Too soon to know

If there is faith in anything

Let it be in drawing

May 19, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/ The Body Remembers

The Body Remembers

Perhaps it was the altitude

We agreed on a date

Nothing was forced

The people were kind

Hardly looked up when I came in

The room in order

Sun light poured in

Magazines on the table

Each spoke in hushed tone

There is a special smell

No chaos nothing out of order

What was done was done

The following week would be lost

I swam in a soup of pain

The body remembers

Dental work

Even though there was much

Deadening for the pain

It is a kind of disaster in your mouth

Soon the chaos will be over

I will return to my regular life

Having lost a week

This week I am found

Still... the body remembers

Note:  I have been dealing with some dental problems and the aftermath of fixing those problems….I did get to spend time with Laurie Kolp's book of poetry, Upon the Blue Couch  and Sherry Marr's, new collection, The Traveler Poems.  Both really wonderful!  Thank you both so much for your wonderful writing!