Waiting

“You make a life out of what you have, not what you’re missing.” – Kate Morton

disappointment

again

lump in throat
waiting for a call that doesn’t come

mind racing
to account for reason why
thoughts toss and tumble
adrift on rough waters
of stormy emotions

tears surface but do not fall
a blind barrier
camouflaged by past hunts
to make sense of behaviour
has arisen

resignation
sadness
suffuse the room
blocking sunlight
covering all with a blanket of grey melancholy

although much has changed
much remains the same

Three Year Old’s Perspective

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Knees and elbows move around me
people in a hurry
lots of them on the dirty sidewalk
don’t walk on the muddy bit

Look up and see tall, tall buildings
taller than the sky
colorful cranes, too
white, red, yellow – just like Lego
one, two, three…
there’s seven!

Pop’s hand holds me tight
I tug to get his attention
try to tell him about the little lady bug
on his pants
she’s so cute
I want to carry her
He only smiles down

Pop’s takes big steps
at daycare they say, “Hurry up **”
I’m faster now
look at my new pink running shoes

I want ice cream after we stop
Can we get ice cream?
I like going for walks because mommy
says then we can get to the playground
swings are my favorite
but I like to climb, too

I wonder if we’ll get out
of all these people soon
Why are they all following us anyway?

Dancing Dragon

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She danced to the music
twirling step by step
her little skirt spinning out from her body
like a toy top set in motion

Her eyes closed
lashes dark against porcelain cheeks
that were red and glowing as if lit from within

Happy go lucky
she practiced jaunty quick moves
hops
skips
bows
sashaying
this little show girl was
putting on quite a display
her joy was unmistakable

I felt grateful
for the gift of her dance
the vision of her
carefree performance
awoke a sleeping dance dragon
within my heart

I found my foot tapping
myself smiling
and soon
I too
was dancing with abandon

Pied Piper

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(This post was inspired after hearing Lemon Bucket Orkestra from Toronto, Canada. A lively, high energy performance!)

Pied Piper leads
rollicking fast paced musical experience
Overworked feet stomp
weary hands clap
day to day life is forgotten

Tambourine jangles
keeping pace with piper
violin sends notes screaming
squealing into the frenzy
People jump up and dance
unable to resist whirling dervish notes

European melodies
Accordion tunes
soulful immigrant history
lead frolicking party

Multicultural fusion of folk song
touch visceral chord
reach in and draw out inherent rhythms
playfulness
joy

Hips sway, bodies twist
primal encounter
children and adults
young and old
are infused with instinct
for emotional expression
no one can remain still

In presence of piper
people become sea of motion
bouncing
jumping
arms legs akimbo

Piper tells stories without words
there is an urgency
come now
dance now
now, now, it must be NOW
Music builds to a crescendo
Nothing matters
but NOW
This Moment!

Ignited

Ember glows hot
Fire not quite out
Glowing coal lay waiting for exact moment
to burst
combustion
conception
a flaming demented life
irrational
uncontrollable
racing here and there
no apparent course

Ignites in a flash
consumes all in its path
consumes itself
destruction
hollow burnt shell
ashes
all that remain

Waning Gibbous

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Moon rises over city
a glowing lantern
silent symbol of graceful timelessness

She has not forgotten
her busy children

Quietly following an ancient path
she winks and shines
sees sorrow and joy
trials and tribulations
life passing through ups and downs

She offers a gentle reminder
even dark night
has its time
for glorious light

Post #100!!

Today is day one hundred of posting. Even as I write this I find it hard to believe!
Thank you readers who stop by my site. Thank you everyone who is following this journey with me. I sincerely appreciate your support!

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Keep Digging

Mission continues
peel back layer by layer
hidden treasure waits

Pen sifts muddy thoughts
paper pulls graphic icons
subliminal dirt

Intricate beauty
covered beneath deception
self preservation

Raising to daylight
exposes vulnerable
state of reflection

Confusion

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(image credit: Jim Harris)

Darkness Light
Black White
Battle rages on
Fumble through day to day
Feeling like fate’s pawn

In Out
Quiet Shout
World out of control
Little white pill Glass of wine
Losing a piece of one’s soul

Today Tomorrow
Happiness Sorrow
Path fades away
Foliage dense Trees close in
Slip further from light of day

Authentic Act
Fiction Fact
Thoughts swirl through head
A text A Call A message sent
What is being said; What is being said…

Reservoir

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Family and friends encircle
bestow comfort, warmth
add protective layer of strength

My heart swells with gratitude
reservoir filling
to nourish and quench in times of need
times when heartache withers
times of miscommunication or drought of silence

Yesterday’s troubles remain
not willing to leave without a fight
but they cower
in the presence of hope