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Monday, March 17, 2014

Torn Between Two Lovers

 
"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart." ~Victor Hugo



It's the last big freeze of the season I suppose....and then it will move toward spring.  I do love the spring, but it is the fall that truly holds my heart.





My heart is torn between two lovers
the golden autumn and the budding spring

my eyes are slaves to each one's beauty
yet their vision of glory makes me a king

I follow where they lead me
down the paths of season's steady flow

as I long to capture them both completely
but like a fickle girl they always let me go

no heart can truly serve two masters
nor hold more than one lover within it's grasp

so I shall be an ever restless admirer
of two loves whose true promise I cannot have.


Friday, March 7, 2014

To Be Filled

Courtesy Google Images
 
 
Linking with the wonderful folks at Poetry Jam
 
 
 Isn't that what we all seek?
Fulfillment?
We stand here
in this life
like empty bottles on a shelf
hoping for something good
something beautiful
or of substance
a morsel of nourishment
to fill the empty places
that only something
bigger can provide
but we must be
willing to take a step out
from where we stand
and be open
to the blessings given
if we are
  truly to be filled.
 
 

Thursday, January 23, 2014

The Provisions of Scholars and Fools


 

"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
  ~Emily Dickinson
 
 
 

Life provides the utter need to struggle
 to sustain its own truest breath
Like a fish squirms out of water
 and a bird works hard to build its secure nest
We are granted its gracious offering
 at the moment of our own birth
And the deep urge to preserve the gift
 is expensive but still it gains more worth
A wise man learns to make it prosper
 fishing for truth that helps him fully thrive
While the fool struggles with the burden
 of unlearned lessons upon his empty line
This world is a deep ocean
 full of opportunities to catch hold of and to keep
It’s a fish that feeds the plenty,
 yet our hands hold the power to use it or set it free.

 

 

 

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Maniac With a Pen and Paper...

writ*r/ 'raiter/
-noun
1. a peculiar organism capable of transforming caffeine into books. 


Thursday, December 12, 2013

Wild Goose Chase

Google Images
 
 
"The gull sees the farthest who flies highest."
~Richard Bach, Jonathon Livingston Seagull
 
 
My post for the prompt is on my other blog click here to view it.  I was not able to add it on Mr Linky so thought I would just link it the long way.  When I found a quote to add here for the post I realized that our minds are such amazing storage closets.  I read the book Jonathon Livingston Seagull when I was around 10 or 11 years old, and I wrote the poem I posted in my 30's.  I realized that the main line I have in the poem is truly this quote from the book up above.  I had no idea when I wrote it, I was copying it, but had no intentions to be doing so.  I guess my mind tucked that line away...and it came back out in my writing.  My apologies Mr Bach, but please consider it a compliment that your amazing lines have lingered patiently within my mind and heart.


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Life Is God's Artistic Masterpiece



Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
~Stanley Horowitz


Thursday, October 31, 2013

Don't Be a "Scaredy Cat"

Courtesy Google Images 
 
 
Hope is much like a cat in the Dark — you only know it's there by the reflection of its eyes — which means there is Light nearby. ~Terri Guillemets




Wishing everyone in "blog-land" a wonderful Halloween.  May you eat too much candy and hear the giggling of children all night.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

The Autumn Gateway Has Opened

 
Autumn bowed to place a beautiful crown on the Queen of Morning,
 and her velvet robes sway merrily in the chilly breeze.
 ~Terri Guillemets
 
 
 
I welcome autumn with open arms once more!

Friday, September 13, 2013

Feast of the Moon

 
 
 
 
"As far as the Moon is concerned, he is always full." ~Terri Guillemets

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Pickles and Peace on the Side


 


 "Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed.  Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude."
  ~Denis Waitley


 
I am life partake of me
I am at your service
I am your maitre-de
I am the menu
within your hands
the choice is yours
what will you have?
Today's special is
happiness on rye
with pickles and peace
on the side
or would you rather
have discontent
with a cup of soup?
It's time to order
it's up to you?

Thursday, September 5, 2013

The Force of Feathers and Chains

artwork by Jeanie Tomanek
 
 
 

"God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages."
  ~Jacques Deval
 
 
 
There is a force that feathers know
 that ride together upon a wing in flight
 
and so to do links of a rusty chain
that hold down and lock up tight.
 
There is a might that bricks know
when holding up a sturdy wall
 
and so does the metal ball and crane
that can make the building fall.
 
Sometimes the chains that bind us
are bound by our own hands

and in turn the liberty we so long for
becomes too heavy for us to withstand.

The soul possesses all the muscles
to carry a thousand pounds of woe

yet it also holds the skill and power
to courageously let it go.




Many years ago when I was going through the separation and divorce from my first husband, I left the home I had known for eight years and took off with a packed up car and a discouraged teenager heading to the home of a dear friend I had gone to church with years before.  We stayed under her comforting wing of hospitality and encouragement for about 6 months.  It was a difficult time of change for both me and my son.
  During that time there was a simple story her son shared one day that has always stuck with me.  It holds a profound truth in its simplicity and has crossed my mind many times when I have felt stuck in a situation.  He had a dog that he loved very much that he kept mostly in the back yard.  Whenever he would wash his car, he would bring her out in the front yard and tie her chain to a tree while he scrubbed down his ride.  Eventually, the dog got so used to the routine, that she would simply sit by the tree knowing she was chained to it, and watch him work on the car.  He admitted that as time went by he got complacent and would bring her out front on the chain, but instead of tying her up he would simply place her by the tree with the chain and go about his business.  The dog was so used to being chained to the tree, that she did not exert any force or effort to try to break away to even realize that she was no longer bound with the chain.
  I cannot tell you how many times I have thought about that story and realized how relevant it is to certain situations people face in their lives.  We get so accustomed to the obstacles that we have holding us back, that we settle like roots of a tree and stagnate where we stand.  Assuming there is no way out or means to make a change.  Then like bad fruit we become bitter and angry with the yoke we must bear, never taking the time to comprehend the fact that it is only us that can make a true difference.  Only we can make the choice to walk away, change the circumstances, or simply lay down the burden.



To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you. ~Lewis B. Smedes
 
 
 
 
 
 


Friday, August 30, 2013

The Wings of Uncertainty


"Madness is the result not of uncertainty but of certainty."
~Frederich Nietzsche



Sometimes having some semblance of control of what happens in our lives is like a loosed canary from an open cage, we have it for a moment and once it escapes our hold, it could again light upon our finger or cross our path eventually, but we must face the fact that like a free bird we might never truly capture it within our grasp once more.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Directions Not Included

photo by Steven Kelly
 
 
 

"Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose direction and begin to bend."
  ~Walter Savage Landor


 






Sometimes I am rough like an old highway that is in desperate need of repair
 
and I am stagnant like a puddle where there is no light to bring a glare.
 
At times I am tattered like a worn hem on a dress no one will sew
 
and I am meager like a garden where a careless gardener never goes.
 
At times I am lost like a sparrow that has never built it's nest
 
and I am lonely like a boring hostess that will never have a guest.
 
Sometimes I am empty like a pew where the minister shall not preach
 
and full of dust like antique furniture hidden beneath white sheets.
 
At times my focus is for naught like an unused telescope on a starlit night
 
and I am vacant like a building that it too damaged for someone to buy.
 
 In this life there are no road signs to truly guide the way ahead
 
and purpose can get lost if we drive like our foot is made of led.
 
So slow down and pay attention don't miss the turn you were meant to make
 
for no one else can do it for you, it's a maneuver that only you can make.
 
 

Friday, August 23, 2013

A Hunger That Fills Buckets



photo by Elena Kalis
 
 
 
The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross. ~Rumi
 
 
 
 
 
 
Lost is the place my heart wanders
nowhere that has an uttered name
it's a choir that sings of loneliness
a hunger that fills buckets like rain
 
it's point of exact location
cannot be found
on any printed map
it's a grain of sand to an ocean
a skyscraper laying on its back
 
 it's penciled in directions
to a permanent destination
that does not yet exist
it's a doorbell to a deaf man
a voice that shall forever have no lips
 
the true logic of the
code and boundaries
is teardrops tied to a locked up gate
it's a room that has no walls
a fork that will never have a plate
 
a broken heart is a manic hunter
searching for candles inside the dark
 it's a cure that has no potion
a wound that will never leave a mark
 
for love is a mighty fortress
 that no human strength can truly lift
it's a present we can only open
if we are willing to give back the gift
 
the heart's logical mathematics
is a lesson no one can truly teach
it's a rainbow to a blind man
a sermon no evangelist can preach
 
no sense can be reasoned out
of the obscurities of the human heart
it's lucidity to an utter madman
it feeds diamonds to a shark
 
for the ways of love and loss
are like a river and cast off stones
they wander drifting like a forlorn sailor
until they finally find a home.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Reaching for Wisdom with Foolish Hands

Drawing Hands, 1948 by M.C. Escher
 
 
 
 
 
"Men are made stronger on realization that the helping hand they need is at the end of their own arm." ~Sidney J. Phillips
 
 
 
I define my own ways at the sketching of my own hand,
drawing my own lines of reason like heritage defines a man.
The view that lies before me is a photo that only I can snap.
I can choose to capture the future or get tangled in the past.
All the expectations I hope to have unfold within my own arm's reach,
are not given by this world but earned painstakingly by only me.
For life is a pilgrimage of perspectives that I alone can observe and utilize
no other soul can grant it, my own hands must reach out and truly try.