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

Waiting…

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

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

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

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, pocket, clean, barely, store, drink, beg  Note:  There were two words I did not use, I give myself permission.