Wind blown
dancer
twirls
as the fall
of
yellow, red, orange
rustling skirts
swirl
float
settle
Wind-borne
blankets
orange, red, yellow
scatter
spread
layer
in glorious beauty
I fall dizzily
covered in delight
Wind blown
dancer
Archive for September, 2010
This poem is in remembrance of my Mother and for my children
This poem is for One Shot Wednesday
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Oh Mother, as a child
I longed for your embrace
but is was not to be
Never, did I know your face
Oh Mother, as I began to grow
I prayed you would be near
but all too soon I realized
I’d have to face my fears
Oh Mother, you were not meant
to ever come home again
I slowly became aware
this battle you could not win
But Mother, because of the love I’d missed
I wished for a difference for my own
then made a promise to God and myself
that my children would never be alone
I’d be the mother I’d prayed and pined for
laying open my heart to see them through
this conscious choice was the best I could give
so they’d never long as I’d longed for you
I was honored with the Shower of September Awards by Fiveloaf
So you think you’ve got it all figured out
as the walls of your wrapped-up world
begin to crumble before your very eyes
But as your life is crashing down around you
you keep saying, I don’t want to start again
I don’t want to have to start over
I don’t want to be alone
So, instead of choosing that which
deep down you know, is right for you
you desperately hang on to a past
that takes you nowhere
that only takes you down
This is your chance to turn the corner
Walk toward the light; the light that
has shone on you from the start
Only YOU have forgotten
where you started from
when you pulled up
almost all of your roots
But the soil of this garden
continually tilled through the years
has remained fertile, in the sun
(For Monday Poetry Potluck)
Sighing
to breathe
Trying
to heave
sad thoughts
away
Starting
the climb
Restarting
the mind
Let come
what may
Lighten
the load
Heighten
the mode
Sadness
at bay
I was given this award by
my dear friend, Jingle
and also by Tasithoughts
Rules to accept the award:
1: Link to the person who gave it to you,
2. List 10 things that make you happy,
3. Pass it on to 10 happy bloggers.
4. Notify the nominees about this Happy Award.
Ten (10) Things that make me happy:
1: Feeling loved
2:my husband’s and children’s presence
3: bringing a smile to others
4:singing anytime and especially with my husband playing his guitar, playing piano
5:the ocean and the ocean sound and breezes, seashells, sea birds, dolphins
6: expressing creativity through writing ,art,dance, sewing, crafting, decorating
7:seeing and touching most animals especially puppies, bunnies, kittens
8: birds and birdsong
9:listening to music (most kinds)
10:experiencing nature’s bounty and beauty eg. flowers, fruiting and all trees, vegetable gardens, butterflies, hiking, walking, bicycling , the sun, a cool breeze, spring, summer, autumn ( don’t care for winter as much)
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Wish you’d call
when you didn’t
come up short
when you weren’t
bored at work
Wish you’d call
when there was no
new drama
when you had some
happy news
Wish you’d call
to simply say
“you’ve been on
my mind today;
thought I’d call”
In a day
we go from
awake, present, cheerful
to a place
busy, active, thought-filled
to deep within
overwhelmed, distracted, contemplative
then nowhere
tired, unfocused, zombied
ending up somewhere
unwinding, relaxed, peaceful
in to night
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This poem is for Thursday Poets Rally
These lovely gifts are from Jingle
This beautiful gift is from Kavita
I have returned and I am ready to share with you again. Thank you to one and all for the kind words for my son and myself. While I was away, I have been honored with The Perfect Poet Award from Amrita Ghosh which I post here along with my nomination.
I nominate Fiveloaf for The Perfect Poet Award.
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If home is where the heart is
then, this one
made of deep red elastic
has omnipresently stretched
across this country, as well as
to the far corners of the world
and into the hereafter
transcending even death
Mine is a heart of many homes
with a welcome mat lying
on each doorstep
the doors, standing wide open
But, can this bottomless pitcher
of love’s outpouring
be truly felt, here and afar
each time the mind thinks
of a loved one
or someone in need?
My heart has many homes
but my eyes
remain in the clouds
with my head
Oh, but wait
I see a white dove
headed my way
with something red
held in his beak
This poem is for One Shot Wednesday
Heartspell 