Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Forever/imaginary gardens with real toads


You said old or new
I think,…forever
Missing you
And yet…

It was important
For you to have your own path
Follow your own clowns
Time came too soon

I stepped back
And mourned each day
You were away
I have grieved your leaving

And have berated myself
For what I could not do
And I could not
Do it for you

I have to let you go
And this letting go
Happens everyday
Over and over

But my, have you changed by life
My teacher
My love 
My Son

We enter the fifth year
Of your leaving
And in some ways 
It seems it was yesterday

Footsteps in the hall
Your door closed
Your bed empty
Ripping a giant hole in this heart of mine

Grief so like an illness
Something you have to get through
Something that will be with you forever
Still takes some getting used to

January 22, 2019

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Let It BE/ poets united poets pantry -- the sunday whirl

Let It Be

Silent calls
A lonely world
Woven into the air
Despair everywhere

I pull the throw up
Cover my knees
The wind howls
Outside my door

Snow covers
Pebbles and trees
Transforms landscape
…and me

The world once wild
Now tamed
The roads paved
The grass grows in the yard

While we fertilize it
Cut it
Curious behavior
For which we should repent

There is no love without freedom
Just let it be
Who it is
And who it should be

January 20, 2019

Saturday, January 19, 2019

A Smile on Our Face/imaginary gardens with real toads

A Smile on Our Face

The destination is the same
For each of us
Bound for the “Promised Land”
So many questions unanswered

Not this one
We know where we are going
Moving forward
Until the day we die

So, it is up to us
To live the unforgettable life
Begin each morning
At dawn when the sun rises

Take a deep breath
Fill ourselves 
With the happiness 
Of the day

Until the last day
The day we die
Tied to the stake
A smile on our face

January 19, 2019

This weekend, Magaly uses a quote from Mary Oliver, who sadly died this week, to inspire us to write a new poem that “mustn’t be fancy”. We are encouraged to craft poetry that wastes no words.

I chose Mary Oliver's poem Sunrise.  The words are; die, bound, stake, unforgetable, dawn, breath and happiness.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Crypto's/imaginary gardens with real toads


Man’s imagination
Is without limits
When there is nothing to fear
He makes up something

So much in this world
He doesn’t understand
So much to fear
He gives it a dog’s head

The devil ‘s eyes of fire
Big feet to step on you
Some cryptids live in the forest
Some in the arroyos

Some live in the lakes
Some swim at sea
Man fears dark places
Man is small and weak

I suspect it is because 
Of the way man has treated
His fellow creatures
That he carries such fear
Of imaginary beasts

January 17, 2019

I Heard the Fog Horn on a Sunny Day/dVerse

I Heard the Fog Horn on a Sunny Day

I hold the shell to my ear
I listen
Will the sound of waves and wind
Be true

Could I find my way home
Comb the beaches
Pick up shells
Feel the sun on my shoulders

The sun bright
I cover my eyes
Memory creeps in
The little black dog

The “swimmer” dog
He would swim so far out
Only the sea gulls flying above
Marked the spot

Twelve pounds of black meat
Each day brought laughter
Gentle touches
Food from the sea

Was I really there
Or was it a dream
The sandals didn’t fit
One day you didn’t return

I heard the fog horn
On a sunny day
Humpty Dumpty fell
My world broken forever

January 17, 2019

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Primal Rules/poets united midweek motif/ Life: Paradox and/ Or Balance

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Life: Paradox And / Or Balance



Primal Rules


I have decided 

There are all kinds of rules

But “primal rules”

Are rules we learn from the earth


Perhaps first there is gravity

Gravity holds our feet to the ground

Keeps us from flying

Helps us to be grounded


Then there is value

Light to dark

Sunrise to sunset

Sunlight and shadows


Space seems important

Right from the beginning

We investigate the space

We find ourselves in


Then there is balance

If we lean too far to the right or left

We balance ourselves right away

Without balance/We fall down/Crash!


A lesson in beauty 

Is what is before us

And if we see it

Really see it

It is all that is needed


January 16, 2019









Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Sad, Sad/imaginary gardens with real toads

Sad, Sad

I speak of sadness
In whispered tones
For so many things in life
Are judged to be sad

A goal not reached
Perhaps set too high
Who of us is reasonable, after all

Of the three children
Which would I choose?
To be sick… 
To die

Which of my friends
Would I have go first?
Which would be the hardest blow
Whose empty chair will hurt less

And yet…
The bud that blooms in the spring
Is more beautiful than ever before
The meal more satisfying

Each minute is dear to the heart
Because of missing you
Each sunrise more inspiring
Takes my breath away

Each sunset I long to keep
And long to share
It is the beauty after all 
That reminds me of you

January 15, 2019

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Transformation of White/poets united poets pantry -- the sunday whirl

Transformation of White

My world, as far as I can see
Dressed in winter white
Snow covered
Long icicles hang from down spouts

The wind wails no more
All is quiet
The storm over
Neither rain nor snow expected

Yesterday, I saw your footprints 
In the snow
You, a large white dog
I called your name

You stood your ground
I could not see your movements
And yet you disappeared
Into a white world

The roads glazed with ice
Travel on wheels dangerous
Winter a time of transformed beauty
Tomorrow will depend on the sun's warmth 

January 13, 2019

Saturday, January 12, 2019

Hollow/imaginary gardens with real toads


Hollow is everything
Hollow is the snow
Hollow is white
A bell without a clapper

Rings hollow
I hear your voice
And it is hollow, too
A hollow man without a heart

I have heard of such a thing
A hollow story of echo
And it echoes back
A hollow sound

I find a shell on the beach
Pick it up
No one home
Hollow is a shell

A hollow shell
Left alone
Hollow is sand
Hollow is my home

January 1, 2019

Thursday, January 10, 2019

The Heart You Gave Me/dVerse

The Heart You Gave Me

On my front door
Hung the heart you gave me
One day the heart broke apart
I’m not sure exactly how It happened

Now it lays waiting 
To be glued back to whole
The two pieces lay together

Like the remains of our relationship
The colors of the heart
And blue and white
Blue of the color I think of

When I think of you
And I think of you each day
Though you are far away
Heart and soul need more than glue
To make them whole

January 10, 2019

While Rome Burns/imaginary gardens with real toads

While Rome Burns

It seems we have been misled
Encouraged to want more
Bigger, better, more, more
We have not been encouraged

To be frugal
To live lightly on this earth
To save what we have
What makes life worth while

How can killing be called a sport
All in the natural world is sacred
What kind of creatures are we
Who do not respect the earth

And all that resides there
Wasteful, throw-away
We are the poulters 
Who make it impossible to live here 

It seems our brains have atrophied
We have not grown
To meet the challenges
We have created

Our leaders can only point to the “wall”
And the news media follows
While Rome burns
And the US with it

January 10, 2019

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Give Us This Day to Begin Again.../Poets United -- Midweek Motif/ Beginnings

Give Us This Day to Begin Again…

Oh, how tempting
The idea of starting over
No more mistakes
No more sins

The lies erased
Integrity rules
Give us this day
We begin again

We look in the mirror
We have grown old
Can we “be born again”
A baby to hold

I am confused
Where is the beginning
Where to look
Where are we now

Is it the middle
Or closer to the end
And on our last day
Will we be at the beginning

Or is it simply a new way to think
A new attitude
Washed in the sink
Hung out to dry

Is the beginning
Laundry day
All fresh with the scent of sunshine
Give us this day to begin again

January 9, 2019

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

A World of Shadows in High Mountain Desert/imaginary gardens with real toads

A World of Shadows in High Mountain Desert

Twilight on the mesa
Snow covered sage
Last light of day
Slipping to the west 

Horizon ablaze with this last light
Windows reflect gold 
Lights aglow in adobe bungalows
The air cold against my skin

Last light like an abandoned dream
Tales of yesteryear
Each casita holds a life unique
A story to tell

All the way to its unexpected end
Stars made for wishes fill the darkened sky
Twinkle overhead
Twilight in winter brings back memories

January 3, 2019

Sunday, January 6, 2019

A Prophecy for the new Year/the sunday whirl -- poets united poets pantry

A Prophecy for the New Year

I cannot say what your eyes see
Yet, it is very important to me
You are my viewer, you see
You finish my paintings

You come into my studio
Your eyes slip over my paintings
As if they are invisible
You take from your pocket

A prophecy for the new year 
The text declares
Two more years of chaos
This is not what I wanted to hear

I would like to begin the new year
With a clean slate
But it seems 
We are up to our asses in alligators

I suppose we could beg the gods
And ask for a reprieve
But it seems the stars
Will have their way

So, without knowing
Exactly what is in store
We will get up each morning
And live each day as if it is the last

Drink a toast to life and
To all the ones 
We have known
And loved

January 6, 2019

Wordle 385:  text, eyes, slip, kicks, invisible, prophecy, pocketclean, barely, store, drink, beg  Note:  There were two words I did not use, I give myself permission.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

All That Has Gone Before/imaginary gardens with real toads

All That Has Gone Before

January begins….
Where you ask?
At the beginning
All that has gone before

Is gone 
Gone for good
The fallen snow
Is deep 

Too deep 
For a pleasant stroll
Rather, I hurry
From house to studio

Kicking snow aside
Follow my own footsteps
Is this the plan for the new year?
Following a path of my own making?

True it is
I gather material
Make marks
Write poems

And deep beneath the blanket of snow
I remember…
City traffic as I made my way to the studio
…And I remember all that has gone before

January 3, 2019

Words:  January, deep, snow, city, poems

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

The Ticking of the Clock/dVerse

The Ticking of the Clock

Regardless of the space
We are in
Time is always ticking
Even when we forget

To wind the clock
Time just keeps ticking
Silence in the hall
And as time passes

We grow older
Hard to believe
We are so old
The road from here 

To there
Is forever shorter
The dangers ahead

And yet we get up 
Each morning
To face another day
A little voice says

Make it count
It could be the last
Make it count
Few are left

And then, 
What if we could turn the clock back
Would we?
Would it make things different?

The river only runs in one direction
No need to worry
What will be/will be
The clock keeps ticking

January 2, 2019

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

The First Day of the New Year/imaginary gardens with real toads

The First Day of the New Year

Here I stand on the threshold
Of becoming
The me I am
The me I will be

A new year begins
With hope and expectation
I hold out my hand to you
Dark silhouettes of birds

Fly with the white flakes
An aerial dance/visibility low
I bend with the wind
That howled all night

On this morning
All is quiet
Only the silence of the snowflake
As it glides to the ground

Joining others of its kind
To form a fluffy white blanket
Of transformation
…The New Year begins

January 1, 2019

“There is no place so awake and alive as the edge of becoming.” 
- Sue Monk Kidd, The Dance of the Dissident Daughter

Forever/imaginary gardens with real toads

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