MY HAPPINESS...MY SON/Poets United Midweek Motif/happiness

MY HAPPINESS…MY SON

What is happiness after all

New beginnings can be 

When anything is possible

A birth brand new

Children at play

Laughter in the air

A home of your own

A little piece of heaven

Gardens bloom azaleas

Morning greets spring

Honeysuckle in the air

There is seldom happiness

In saying goodbye

To the ones you love

The world seems empty

Like the game of hide and seek

Life slows down

As we near the end

The days are longer

The nights are too

The race you may not win

But stick with it

You will reach the end

No matter the place

Without reward

It is your job

Your life complete

Your friends will say

Job will done

Like the postman

Rain or snow

I will remember you always

My happiness…my son

May 16, 2018

My Bones/Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

MY BONES

The structure of my being

The hardest part of me

Hold me upright

Like the horns that protrude 

From my forehead

Above my eyebrows

Act as antenna

I hold you in my hand

I listen to your song

Others might say

You are but an old bone

Lying on the desert floor

Bleached white

Sparkling in the sun

No use to anyone

Still I know you

You resonate 

With the bones

Inside of me

The sound of a bell

Clear and pure

Floats across the mesa 

You belonged to someone

Long ago

You are no use them any more

Your history is my own

May 14, 2018

dVerse/ Compassion Haibun

It was late summer, or you could say autumn, that little space in between summer and fall.   The leaves were turning from green to yellow and orange.   There was a slight chill in the air. The streets crowded with all kinds of humanity. More like a zoo than a city street. A grandmother with pasties and a little bikini, of stars and stripes, clutching her guitar.  Her son held her arm as though he was afraid she might get lost. Mickey and Minnie were there too. Bunnies everywhere exposed boobs and little panties.  A young woman with a tiny kitten, not more than a day old.   A strange collection indeed.

The city street was jammed

A strange collection of humanity

A hint of winter in the air

May 14, 2018

LIFE IS SIMPLE/The Sunday Whirl -- Poets United Poets Pantry

LIFE IS SIMPLE

Life is simple

Or so she said

The days like beads

On a string

Polished to a sheen

Life is a game

Children play best

Many grown ups 

Have forgotten

How to play

No time for recess

Life is a worn shirt

She mends the seam

Ticks off the list

Of things to be done 

That day

Life is the sound you hear

When walking in tall grass

The diamond-back rattles his tail

Still you continue unafraid

Life is the main beam 

In the barn 

The roofline sags

Like the back of the

Old horse in the field

Fasten the gate behind you

You say, life isn’t so simple

For everyone

You went for waffles

After the prom

Beaten by police

Your face on TV

Much of life depends 

On your race

May 13, 2018

OWNER OF MY SOUL, ETC.ETC./ Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

OWNER OF MY SOUL

TRUTH SPEAKER

MINER WHO DIGS DEEP

SAILOR OF MANY SEAS

EXPLORER OF DISTANT LANDS

SINGER OF SONGS

CHIEF COLOR MIXER

CHIEF POT WASHER

PROBLEM SOLVER

LEADER OF NONE

VISIONARY

You ask exactly what I do

I claim my space as my own

I tell the truth

I finding solutions

I look for alternatives

I sail to far away shores

I explore distant lands

I follow the path before me

I often take a path less traveled

I sing songs of love

I mix colors

I seek solutions

I wash paint pots

I work alone

I focus my eyes on the horizon

I can see the past and future 

I am an woman

I am a painter grown old

I dream of you

May 11, 2018