Cacophony

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

Lion Puppet

My desk, like my life, is feeling a little cluttered. I’m working to change that. I want to slow things down. Enjoy, savor the moments. Recently I read,”There is sacred in what appears to be mundane.” I seek that sacredness! I am looking for the beauty and blessedness in the ordinary around me. Bursting daffodils with their delicate scalloped petals offer me their beauty. Tulip buds are taut and full; hints of colour foretelling what lies hidden inside. A couple more days of warm weather and the tulips will be revealed in all their glory.

I walk past a homeless man holding out his lion puppet. The encounter puts a smile on my face. He sits in his chosen spot. A piece of grey, uneven sidewalk under the overhang of a dollar store entrance. His blackened backpack is placed to his left and slightly behind him. The lion is on his left hand. This motley muppet could use a bath, as could its owner. The wheaten terrier golden wool issam-the-lion-puppet matted and looks like it has spent many days frolicking in a muddy field. But a grin splits its head as I walk by and its owner manipulates his character. “Smile at the pretty lady! It’s a beautiful day!” It’s hard not to smile back. The sight in front of me is impossible to ignore. The man himself has dirty blond hair. He has a happy voice and eyes that light up as he speaks. His own smile shows missing teeth and neglect but also the heart of a gentle soul. He asks for nothing. He doesn’t beg or have his hand out. He is just there with his puppet.

How does he spend his days? Where does he sleep at night? Is his head full of clutter and worry like mine? How does he view the world?

I see a fallen angel. Wounded wings ground a charming soul. At a glance he appears down and out but the charm that lives within still shines through. My gait feels a little lighter, my day a little sunnier. I have had a glimpse of the sacred in the mundane.

Union

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(the photo is stock footage from the internet)

I have a blended family
we live in a blended world
all part of the same fabric
same cloth of life

any barriers or walls
denied access
segregation
delineation
separation

are artificial

truth bleeds through division
seeps into awareness
permeates everything
if eyes are open to perceive

We are One
a colorful tapestry
a world of ideas, knowledge, talent

commingled

Restless

Restless spirit

a feisty colt corralled
longing to leap the fence
gallop freely among swaying grass and meadow flowers

turbulent energy spilling into a reservoir too small
to contain mounting power
a storm brewing
lightening about to strike when least expected

vitality swelling
looking for meaning not mere existence
exuding spunk and sparkle
a glowing ember about to burst into flame
consuming all with its brilliant radiance

Restless spirit

waiting

biding time

anticipating
eruption of Vesuvius proportions

no planning
no warning

no apology

Insomnia

The clock is ticking
a metronome
a numbing, staccato beat
each tick reverberates on my weary mind
a magnetic pull obliterating all other thought
and sound
heavy eyelids scratch and droop
sodden, wet wool in a Scottish rainstorm

I crave sleep
the ticking beckons
now, now, sleep now

but sleep dances away
teasing mercilessly
a Sufi dervish spinning, whirling
dizzyingly taunting

giddiness overtakes me
as the clock becomes my world
shapes move in and out of my bleary eyed vision
I’m flying through space
floating, drifting,distorted
only to be pulled back
by the ticking
THE DAMN TICKING!

I Got the Blues

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

Spring Morning

There is a golden glow
to the pale blue cloudless sky
green buds, barely visible,
peak from branches
checking for any traces of snow
in the air
cautiously optimistic
that spring has finally arrived

Nature concurs
she has not yet burst forth
with colorful flowers and full foliage
but daintily hints at spring
with delicate green blades
in a field of straw colored grass
soft, mauve crocuses scattered here and there
on barren hillsides

Robins have returned
sweet bird song greets the new day

Mother’s Day

Loving Moms
Mom’s day
day of the week
week, month, year
year – time to revel
revel in the joy
joy of motherhood
motherhood instinct
instinct for survival
survival of the fittest
fittest, fastest, fun-loving
fun-loving, carefree, protective
protective, fierce, kind
kind of special
special above all others
others only wish
wish they could have
have a mother like you!

Crash and Burn

Tempest brewing
pushing limits

Thoughts bombard
from every direction
pierce heart
puncture skin
catch hair

tangled

inspiration
hallucination
provocation
tempting fate

late nights
lack of sleep
urgency prevails

one more thing
one more thing
one more thing

Not enough time
so much to be done
lengthy lists trail on
a madness sets in
frenetic
fanatic
furious

emotional whirlwind

tears

dropped items
dropped calls
drops dripping unable to quench

nothing makes sense

embers burn
ready to ignite
burst into flame
consume all in path
ablaze
glorious fury
dances
skips

spent

only ashes remain