Saturday, June 28, 2014

June 28, 2014 The Sunday Whirl #167/That Early Morning/dVerse

That Early Morning
She approached so quietly
The hem of her black silk skirt
Lightly kissed the floor
No one turned to stare
Didn’t follow her with
Their eyes

Yet all along...
I knew she was there
And why she had come
No place to hide
The day is circled
On the calendar

She held the key
In her hand
A glint sparkled
As the sun reflected
On the metal
And lit the living heart

Each person has a special day
Circled on the calendar
A day to celebrate the life
Lived in earnest
Like the last grain in the sack
The birthday
Celebrating birth
A death day
Celebrating death
A day to call his own

Set the level on the sill
As long as the
The little bubble remains
Right in the center
It is not your day
But don’t get too attached
For your day will come
It is circled on the calendar

Each day could be thought
Of as just one more phase
An invitation extended
Be a player in life’s game
Jump on
Take a chance
Live it right up to the edge
For the ending comes too soon
For a Mother and her Son   
June 18, 2014

Thursday, June 26, 2014

June 26, 2014 Writer's Digest/ The Red Cardinal and Toast

The Red Cardinal
A red cardinal flew
Right up next to the car
So close I looked into his eye
‘Life is fleeting’
He whispered

Arrived early
To find you had gone
The howl I kept inside my throat
Could not be heard
In that hospital corridor
Only the dead could hear me now

Was told you can go into his room
Yes, I wanted to....
I straighten my back
Walked directly to your room
The door was closed
Asking myself
Can I do this
My only child was dead

There you were
As though asleep on your bed
But you were gone
No longer my own
Your journey here
Had ended
Like the cardinal red
You were gone

June 26, 2014

There was a little film
Titled Toast
An English film
Based on a true story
About a boy growing up
And how he loved his Mother
Who couldn’t cook
But she could make toast
What I really loved about the movie
Was the use of the color green
In every scene

June 26, 2014

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

June 24, 2014 dVerse/ Whole Again

Whole Again
What is it to be whole again
When broken into pieces
Fragments of who I was
All hopes dashed
The world too hard
The prince is dead
Where do I go from here

Hail a new day
The sun comes up
Hope restored
The storm has passed
Spring is in the air
The promise made
The promise kept

Sadness lifted
Celebration kindled
You were here
I knew you
You blessed by life
Your passing will not kill me
I am more because of you
I am still here

June 24, 2014

Saturday, June 21, 2014

June 21, 2014 The Sunday Whirl #166/ The Beauty… of Brokenness/ Poets Pantry #206

The Gorge, Taos, NM
(Image from the Internet)

The Beauty… of Brokenness
The box that holds your ashes
Sits on the black chair by the door
Fingertips caress it as I pass by
Like touching your shoulder
It is unknown what will be done

Should it be here in
My little country garden
That has become a special place
On its’ own
Does what it wants
Will it be a place you like

Or do we go into the mountains
Like the boy and his dog
Derek and Hayes
Later Derek returned with
A plaque he made
“Meet me in the mountains”

Or to the gorge
The only place big enough
To hold a Mother’s love

Since I know not what to do
I will wait for the answer
In the meantime 
I rub gold over the cracks
Of my heart
To find the beauty…
Of brokenness

June 20, 2014

Note:  "Fire, like pain, like love, is a power we do not know. Yet from the ashes of each, something will grow. No one knows if it will be something beautiful and strong. But in our lives it is sometimes the broken vessel, as writer Andre Dubus calls it, that spills the light."
From Terri Windling's beautiful blog.  Myth & Moor: Fire and light

"When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something's suffered damaged and has a history it becomes more beautiful."  What Mobayad is referring to is the ancient art of Kintsugi. (This is from Myth & Moor:  The Beauty of Brokenness. Tuesday June 17, 2014)

Taking time off.....

I am taking some time off from posting on my blog.  I am studying, practicing, have so much to learn....