(image from http://www.kimballibrary.com)
I see him
a glance
racing heart, sweaty palms
Do you think he feels the same?
Rapid pulse,
garbled words, come on tongue speak!
Timid smile
blue eyes twinkle
my knees go weak
Kind, gentle
thoughtful, intelligent
Fluttering heart, the spark of desire
Do you think he feels the same?
Soft, warm
tender touch
melting will, ache to be one
dream to be friends forever
Do you think he feels the same?
“A flower does not care about his neighbor. It blossoms anyway.” – anonymous
Today is a day of enchantment
Elves elude, fairies dance
Pixie dust shimmers in the air
Anything is possible
Child-like innocence
Awe
World a foreign land
Treasures before me
Vast endless prairies
Open fields
Fresh thirst quenching water
An abundance of food
Local, organic, and global delicacies
Delightful lick of creamy ice cream
quickly melting atop waffle cone
Savory scent of barbecue wafts in air
Threat of thundershowers add to
Mystique and joy of the day
Conjure illusions of
Scaly dragons with fiery breath
Today is a magical day
Full of familiar sights
wearing a marvel sheen
My husband and I have an ongoing argument
over the merits of getting a puppy
Our conversations go back and forth
between pros and cons
Ping pong of Olympic proportions
puppies bring joy
puppies are work
puppies love unconditionally
puppies require care and attention
puppies are loyal
puppies chew shoes
A battle of wills
Undertaken with love
no clear winner
A stalemate
Recently we stopped
enroute to a friend’s home
lunch date scheduled
Forty-five minutes elapsed
We lobbed to and fro
merits of purchasing a
Janpanese Bonsai Maple
We were late for lunch
Peals of laughter
split the air
Our friend astutely observed
If a plant caused that much
discussion and consternation
we were in no way ready
to take on a puppy
No puppy has been brought
into our home
We do have
A beautiful new zen plant
I see a tree
It won’t leave my mind
What stories are hidden in its branches?
What seeds of creativity are waiting to fall
upon the world in a shower of imagination and playfulness?
If I open the door
will I descend into Alice’s world?
Will the white rabbit and mad hatter await me?
Arrows and names point in all directions
infinite possibility awaits the believer
The tree in inviting
its whimsical appearance
elicits smiles
sparks the mind to embark
on a journey of chance
There are no right or wrong ways
the path is not straight or narrow
Looking upon the tree
one’s eye is directed upward
Spirit soars
Engage in the enchantment
Skeletons jangle
dangle from a string
produce eerie music
wind chime of dead
relative stories
long gone
attempt to be heard
whispers of memories
shift bones
change beat
swing rhythm
recollection rises to surface
before recognition
slips away
elusive melody
mournful
an elegy
replaced by
quickened tumble of sound
lilting spill of noise
another story scrambling to be told
“don’t forget about me
I’m still here”
movement increases
bones compete to bring forth
their etude
music becomes cacophony!
indistinguishable chords
lyrical distortion
lost in the chaos!
skeletons untangle
slowly hang limp
a bump now and then
produces a click or a clack
hands are over ears
strange chorus deferred to another time
conductor must be found
for this otherworldly orchestra
to decipher
ancestor
notes
Cracker Jack crunch
Pop Rock fizz
Jelly Bean stick and chew
Waxy scent of blown out candles
wafts through the air
Remnants of chocolate cake with
bright pink and orange flowers lay
desecrated on its pedestal
Bits of paper speckle the floor
Confetti of the well wishers
With their silly hats and noisy horns
An orange splotch slowly grows on
white table cloth
Generated in a moment of hearty laughter
and rowdy toasting
Echoes of squeals of delight
linger in the room
Streamers droop
Balloons drift aimlessly
No one around to rub them vigorously in their hair
before trying to stick them on the wall
Tail is on the floor
three feet away from donkey
Any concern for impairment
gone with excitement of opening presents
Dishes and forks askew
chairs crookedly await
placement back in neat positions
under table
Party is over
Attendees sent home
fun and frivolity finished
for another year
We are in this together
You and I
Decision made long ago
To face life’s challenges as one
Little did we know
What we were signing up for
In a moment
Of bliss and happiness
We thought
We could conquer
The world
We believed
That no matter
What life threw our way
Together
We could handle it
We have
Our share of trials
Test of the bond
Between us
Days
At each other’s throat
Have to dig deep
To find
What brought us
Together
In the first place
Life has been generous
We have
Moments
Of wonder and joy
Proud moments
Our own
Our family’s
We have learned
To cope
With anxious
And sad moments
Crazy left curves
Out of the blue
Least expected moments
Compromise
Balance
Moderation
Advice given
And taken
Our life isn’t perfect
But we have
More good days
Than bad
And you
Are the person
I want by my side
When those bad moments
Strike
The photo is from the Beautiful Garden website. It is where I imagine the birdsong I heard would originate 🙂
(This post is dedicated to my dear friend Betty)
Today when I was out for a run
I wished you were there
to inform and enlighten me
as to which of our feathered friends originated
the alluring melody I heard
I thought you would know it in an instant!
My knowledge of birds is so limited
I can recognize the haunting call of a loon
at dusk or dawn
I know the repetitive chick-a-dee-dee-dee
This afternoon I was an uninvited witness
to a bewitching love warble
no bird was seen
not even the fleetest glimpse of plumage
When the achingly enthralling song began
city din was drowned out
no strolling pedestrian chatter
no traffic hum or passing train roar
The musical tenor was so pure
I was transported through time
to an era of innocence, enveloped by love
My breath caught
my heart was pierced by the sheer elegance of the cadence
I strained to hear more
but was left disappointed
I would have to settle for the brief solo performance
No encore was forthcoming
Today I decided to write a blues “song” (poem). I am not a song writer or a singer but this is something I have wanted to try for some time now.
You have to imagine the words with Da – da – da – DAH type of rhythm and a harmonica.
Despite this being a blues piece I hope you have as much fun with it as I did! 🙂
I got the blues
down in the dumps
melancholy blues
missing you
and don’t know what to do
I got the blues
Ever since
you closed the door
and decided to talk
to me no more
I’ve had to find
another way
to make it through
my lonely days
I got the blues
down in the dumps
melancholy blues
waiting for
a call from you
I got the blues
When you chose
to walk away
the sun did hide
and skies went grey
I looked high
and I looked low
to find out where
you did go
I feel so lonely – baby
I feel so lonely
I feel so lonely – baby
I could cry
This empty bed
with cold, cold sheets
reminds me of
where we did meet
bodies tangled
heated breath
but nothing now
since you have left
I got the blues
down in the dumps
melancholy blues
will I ever
get over you
I got the blues
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