Tuesday, June 12, 2018

"BILLY GOAT GRUFF" STROKES HIS BEARD/imaginary gardens with real toads

“BILLY GOAT GRUFF” STROKES HIS BEARD

“Billy Goat Gruff” strokes his beard
He looks on
Without comment
Glad to be in the sunshine
Out from under the bridge

He listens for the song
In the wind
Knows it is your song
Understands all its meanings

He climbs the highest hill
He looks for you
Without knowing
You have gone away

Each of us could go at any minute
Without waiting for the bell to ring
Rush outside
Wave to the clouds

Throw two small bones
Put them back into my pocket
Hop the appropriate number
Of squares
It is your turn

Scoop the jacks
Life is a game
Eternal playing
No end in sight
And suddenly it is over

It can come as a surprise
Minding your own business
Pour the tea in the teacup
Pass the biscuits, please

June 9, 2018



Monday, June 11, 2018

BECAUSE YOU ARE YOU/dVerse

BECAUSE YOU ARE YOU

It is not because you are always perfect
Not because you always get it right
Not because you are the best dancer
Rather it is because you are you

It is not because you are ordinary
It is not because you are like everyone else
It is not because of the way your song
Is most beautiful in the forest
Rather it is because you are you

It is not because I hold you dear
Not because you are special
Not because you are rare
Rather it is because you are you

It is not because you dare to be
It is not because you hold back
It is not because you are irreplaceable
It is because you fill your shoes like no other

June 11, 2018




Sunday, June 10, 2018

RAINY DAY AT THE BOOKSTORE/ The Sunday Whirligig

RAINY DAY AT THE BOOKSTORE

While waiting for the rain to stop
I run my finger along spins
Of books on shelves
Books are my friends
Some are new friends
And some are old 

I look forward until the day
We meet again
I pick you up
The read begins
The whole story
Unknown to the reader
Until the end
Finish
Final word

Last page of the book
Or last page of a life
So much happens 
In each life
From beginning
To end
You are the book
I am the reader

Your adventures are mine
And mine are yours”
I want to know the how 
Or why of you
What makes you tick
Like the clock on the mantel
A dark metal
With an angel hovering at the top
You are my lucky find
Waiting for the rain to stop

June 10, 2018

THE PASSING OF YEARS/the sunday whirl #355 -- Poets United

THE PASSING OF YEARS

The years pass
Without a word
No instructions
Simply pass
One after the other
Usually, before I get to know thee
You are gone
Just a number on the calendar
Crossed off

Spirit-dog stands at my side
My companion
He warns bears not to come
Into the yard
To keep a sacred distance

Each day I dig the hole
A little progress daily
A hole in the earth
Just my size
Wrapped in
White linens 
A final resting place

The morning still and quiet
I listen for that sound unusual
Never knowing the words needed
To say my say
To sing my song

I spread them all out
I scatter the black words 
Across the white paper
A murder of crows

I am writing about you
My every act
My breathe
Searches empty spaces
I find you there
Nestled in between

June 10, 2018




Friday, June 8, 2018

FRIDAY AFTERNOON/verse escape

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

The sun high in the sky
My wind chime
Captures a gentle breeze
Sings a song complete
The “what” of the song
Is not known

There are no words
To describe the feeling
Traverse the streets
Stone faces stare
Clouds bank high 
Above the mountains
You leave the room
I am alone
Empty without you 

June 8, 2018


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