Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Poop Happens

Linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Change
Hosted by Sumana

Time is making fools of us again. ~J.K. Rowling

One thing is certain
and I am sure of it
that life is
of uncertainties
if you are breathing
then you have learned 
this as well
change is inevitable
it happens effortlessly
like slipping in the rain
or spilling popcorn
it could be  painful 
or maybe  wonderful
either way
it is coming 
as sure as 
sand in your shoes
after a beach holiday
you can't run from it
it follows like a puppy
watch out 
don't step on the poop
and don't worry
you will
but the sweet thing is
when it licks
 you on the 
you can't 
but smile.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Happy 2017 Everyone!

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It is said that the present is pregnant with the future.  ~Voltaire

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

I Learned to Sing

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"Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud."
~Hermann Hesse

You know the old saying? "Children are to be seen, and not heard.", as a child I heard that line more times than I care to admit.   There was a certain expectation then of children.  A respect that needed no words only a look that spoke volumes of dismay with one stone hard glance.   There are certain silences that move through years like time travelers, whispering in our ear and telling us what to think and what to do for years to come.  Being the daughter of the time of silence, I have spent my entire adulthood trying to be heard.  The following is my contribution to Poets United's Midweek Motif ~Conversation
Come join us! 

I learned to sing at a young age
sitting on the bus
carrying my voice 
loud and strong 
against the loud 
engine of the bus
no one was listening
only bugs that flew in 
the open window 
at my seat
it was 
a wonderful
feeling to belt out a tune
with my own voice
 for usually I
spoke too softly
to be truly heard
and it would
not have mattered
people were 
too busy 
to catch
the message
in between 
the lines
many years
had passed
a pen and paper
replaced the songs
with poems
that I shared them
 I could
and now
here I am
once again
a poem
a long

Thursday, October 13, 2016

The Mountains Speak to Me

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for Hannah's "Transforming with Nature's Wonders" prompt.
Take a look and join in.

The Mountains Speak to Me,

Hush city
Let my heart follow where it will
to the tallest mountains and the river's rill
You see
my soul has already wed nature's call
where feet may wander and may also fall
like lonely hearts that search the shore
and always leave wanting more
no city block can fill the void
nor lure me in to it's inner noise
for I was betrothed at a tender time
to take a path that leads to a mountain pine
where the sky reins and trees abound
a place where birds follow and know the sound
can you hear it?
I can.......
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Saturday, July 23, 2016

A Language No Book Can Teach

The heart is not simply suspended in a body but in a culture, a place, a time.
  ~Mimi Guarneri, The Heart Speaks

Thursday, June 9, 2016


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Ideas are like wandering sons.  They show up when you least expect them.  ~Bern Williams

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Open Wide

photo by Tom Chambers

Also linking with Poet's United and Midweek Motif ~ Open / Openess

The willingness to share does not make one charitable; it makes one free. ~Robert Brault

Open wide your heart like a door and welcome life in like a deer upon your fine dining table.
Open wide your hands like a moon flower and reach out toward the dark of night.
Open wide your mind like a window and venture out to see and feel the gravel on the other side of the tracks.
Open wide your arms like an armoire and embrace all that life has given you to hold,
so that you may have the strength and grace to give some back to those who cross your path.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

The Truest Gifts

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 Linking with Poets United for Poetry Pantry 297 posted by Mary

Love cures people—both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.
 ~Karl Menninger

It is in the giving of true love and refuge 
that we receive it at its softest core.
It folds back like a large soft blanket
and warms the original giver once more.
You cannot truly give it and not in turn
truly reap it's truest gift
for giving and receiving in some ways
are strongly connected at the hip.

Giving is receiving and receiving is giving....that is how it seems it can be sometimes to me.  When we learn to give graciously and we learn to receive graciously; we learn something about true gifts and giving back and how they are in so many ways connected.  If you know anyone that is deeply involved in the process of recovery of AA, CR, or NA, then you have seen someone that is in the process of consistently giving back to others.  The wonderful truth of it is this:  the act of giving of oneself is a very rewarding thing.  Having said that, I would like to share a story from when I was 11 years old:

My father had just married my new step mother, and we were driving home from a long day out.  It was dark and I was very tired dozing off in the car in between them in the front seat.  My step mother graciously laid my head upon her lap so that I could rest for the remainder of the trip.  I still member it like it was yesterday.  I held my head slightly hovered at her lap, and never truly let my head rest upon her legs.  Looking back, I am not sure why I could not relax and receive her gift of comfort.  It was a sweet gesture that no one else had ever offered before, and I guess I just did not know how to receive it completely.  I realize now, that it was a gracious gift that I missed out on affecting her as well as me, and it is a good example of how giving and receiving are truly connected at the hip.  

Sunday, April 3, 2016

No Net

Also linking with Poets United for Poetry Pantry #296

All of life is the exercise of risk. ~William Sloane Coffin

I have always longed to have the heart of a daredevil performer
 flying the trapeze and walking the high wire tightrope 
moving confidently forward with no net to play it safe
yet instead my heart has chosen to stay behind the scenes
content to be a quiet cook standing still in the kitchen of life
willing to serve love and soft devotion on a plate
just be ware my complacent lover....
there may be a wild hair in the
 middle of your mashed potatoes!

Sunday, March 20, 2016


photo by Damien Derouene

Also linking with Poets United for "Poetry Pantry" #294 hosted by Mary.
I always have such a hard time making it to the pantry on Sundays, I am happy I made it here today.
Spring represents promise of new things and good changes, like Mary, it is a favorite season for me as well, so I am going to make a promise to myself this spring to make it to Poetry Pantry more often

Take risks: if you win, you will be happy; if you lose, you will be wise.
~Author Unknown

I don't want to be the pawn in another man's own game
nor watch another play his hand and never do the same.

Standing on the sidelines always playing it safe,
afraid to get my sneakers and go out and run the race.

I long to reach out my hand and play the queen of hearts
and not be frightened of losing the game before it even starts.

A poet is a thinker, a dreamer, and a dweller on the muse
sometimes he gets too caught up on what another man may do..

So I shall lay down my pen and pick up the sword of life
take a swing and hold the freedom of moving my own knight.