Restless feeling
aims at my mind
demanding attention
Ransom
for negligence
and lack of care
Indistinct emotions
buzz and crackle
like static on a two way radio
Message lost
in a reverberation of charged particles
scattering in all directions
A fuzzy, vague disquiet
disturbs the peace
a robber stealing
ability to placate a
stealthy infiltrator
This meddler must be
arrested
before more damage
can be done
Regain Balance
Restore Equilibrium
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The shadow of the Crone
tainted my day
Her cloak trailed
reluctantly behind her
as she slowly crossed my path,
full of compassion
for those the shadow would touch
Messages of death
collided
in their haste to be announced first
I eyed the hag warily
ugly messenger delivering ugly messages
but she continued on her way
unfazed
oblivious
to the turmoil
her news brought to my life
We enter the world knowing
we must leave one day
but somehow in our pursuit of life
this knowledge is lost
we approach return passage
with trepidation
or fear
One of the calls
announced the departure
of my Godmother
not a fairy like Cinderella’s
but a beautiful woman who
wove magic
into memories
especially from my childhood
“Tonnie” was another graceful soul
in my life for the briefest moment
a treasured friend and cousin
of my mother in law
When we met
it was as though I belonged no where else
I feel fortunate to have known them
for this brief time
Their sudden entry and exit from my world
leaves me reeling
wondering about the ways of the netherworld
what deals have been made
and are exacted when we least expect
Crone recalling what was once hers
hag doing her dirty work
Life is truly
“the blink of an eye”
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Alive street
brimming with people
Ants on anthill
Flurry of activity
sunshine and warm temperatures
lure people out of their homes
Half naked children
cavort in fountain
water arcs jumping hole to hole
slip effortlessly through grasping hands
to squeals of delight
Androgynous orator
long purple hair
tie dyed skirt
slender body
spews rapid fire rap verses
with deep male voice
crossed legged listeners
seated on soft green grass
rapt
Jugglers toss balls
dangle
dangerous looking knives
contortionists
squeeze
through string less tennis racquet
vie for attention of passersby
vie for opportunity to separate
observer and contents of their wallet
Festive atmosphere
brisk business
ice cream and gelato sales flourish
chocolate and vanilla stained faces of children
witness treats eaten
Above hustle and bustle
floats
ethereal sitar music
haunting melodies
images of orient
exotic far away regions
As the notes rise and fall
calmness is felt
in the heart
of the street side activity
Outdoors: air, wind, energy, flow, strength, movement, color, sound, freshness, invigorating, dynamic
Indoors: stationary, stale, stagnant, monotonous, achy, lulling, mind numbing, T.V., computer
Outdoors: calling, enticing, beckoning
Indoors: procrastinating
Time
Distance
Who is the fastest
Who has the most followers
Whose child rates highest
How many countries have you visited
What’s your production
What is the dividend
Who do you think you are
What makes you think your opinion counts more than mine
What’s the payoff
What’s in it for me
I met with an angel
tea and cookies in a simple kitchen
made divine by her glorious light
With gratitude my heart sang
soaring octaves in this blessed atmosphere
I chattered and babbled
spilling all that had been held inside
as one would who has been injected with a truth serum
This heavenly being listened
nodded and smiled her celestial smile
I was filled with peace and tranquility
enthusiasm and energy to last a long time
Thank you dear soul messenger
for sharing tea with me
Dawn stretches her colors gracefully
behind an accumulation of grey cloud
rendering a rhythm
to start a new day
Breath of my sleeping husband
joins the diurnal pulse
his chest rising and falling
like gentle waves cresting
Percolating coffee
pfft, pfft, pffts
as it tries to contain
energy within the beans
struggling to maintain tempo
to find a perfect blend
Rain patters on the window
knocking for entry
to escape its own wetness
adding to pattern flow
already set in motion
Windshield wipers wiping
kind of like singing off key
their meter gasping disappointment
at the incessant downpour
The day’s cadence quickens
acquiring a staccato feel
stop and go cars
interrupting honks
The surge in percussion
throbs in my temples
requiring an end of the day sip of wine
a sunset beat slowing things down
to match dawn’s graceful rhythm
Today is a melancholy day
Last night ‘lack of confidence’ arrived
along with her companion ‘cynicism’
followed closely by ‘sadness’ and ‘depression’
It’s a crowd
my soul balks at their presence
Rose colored glasses were trampled in haste
as these visitors clambered to enter my day
before my eyes were fully awake
An opaque shroud of blurred vision
with a fearful tinge of imagined obstacles
was left behind
the ‘Bogey man’ under the bed
who rode in on the coattails of these intruders
Misty grey skies
echo my somber mood
I have invited rest
to keep me company
as I hope sleep will escort
these uninvited callers elsewhere
while my eyes are closed
Raindrops fall gently
nourishing thirsty earth
life giving water
Swollen rivers flow
swiftly through the neighborhood
alarming the people
This precious liquid,
necessary renewal,
no longer admired
Destruction disguised
a benign interloper
warily watched
Nature’s fury shows
humans cannot outwit drops
steadily falling
Life giving water
becomes the reapers hand
exacting its due
Circle of life come
full as we watch lustrous pearls
of rain gently fall
Words gush to the surface
like bubbles in a poured glass of Prosecco
rapidly fill a glass
then settle, continuing to gurgle, roil and fizz
These words are unsettled
want to be expressed
need to be released
before disappearing into oblivion
unable to be recalled
simply gone
Like pop rocks on the tongue
producing an explosion of flavours and sound
that quickly disappear
these words are a flash
of concepts and impressions
in danger of dispersing
without being understood
Furtively I look for a vessel
for these tumbling thoughts
no paper to be found
a large white dinner napkin
becomes the carafe
This unlikely flagon
now absorbs and holds the ink of a pen
breathes words unspoken
Meant to be crumpled and disposed
for a moment this simple means
designed to wipe away excess or spillage
becomes a keeper of words
thoughts made conscious
Alive on soft white cotton
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