Tuesday, July 31, 2018

The Sound of Loneliness


Linking with The Sunday Muse for # 14
and Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform brought to us by the lovely Sanaa
come join us!

Silence is a sounding thing, to one who listens hungrily.  ~Gwendolyn Bennett


Loneliness is a song I learned in the echoed voice of large halls
searching for my own words when other's spoke nothing at all
where empty rooms held a certain grief that could swallow you whole
and windows were like distant mirrors of all I longed to know 
Somehow I carried the ballad with me through years from place to place
and the words linger within me as silence within a crowded space
I remember the verse most clearly not in solitude from the crowd
but in busy public places is where it becomes truly loud.



Note:
Sometimes loneliness can be like lightning bolts of emptiness in a world full of hurt, but in this world there is also hope.  We all face certain struggles in our journey, and those struggles can be different as night and day.  Mine have been childhood loss, loneliness and a yearning for normalcy in the past that I never truly had.  But in our different struggles we have the opportunity to be there for each other.  To lend a listening ear, shoulder to cry on, or kindness and support.  Yes silence has a sound but so too does hope and I am learning hope's song like a child one note at a time. 

Sunday, July 29, 2018

It Is What It Is








Dream House by Jim Warren

Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 13
Also linking with Poets United for Poetry Pantry
A lot of 13s going on here....hope that is a lucky sign not a bad one. LOL

Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. ~Grandma Moses



~Sometimes my eyes are cactus near a flowing stream~


Life is like a dusty chandelier and the dimmer the setting

 the less you can see what can be done. 


~Sometimes my lips are bankrupt in a solemn fortress~


Life is like a triple scoop ice cream cone

and if you do not eat it earnestly while you can
it will melt all over and leave a big mess


~Sometimes my heart feels like just a spoon of pepto in a world of disease~


Life is like a crystal vase upon a table

it is meant to be filled with beautiful flowers not be empty on a shelf.


~Sometimes my feet are red wood trees in a fast moving blaze~


Life is like a tall rocky mountain

it is majestic and an inspiration to stand before yet also an utter struggle to climb.


~Sometimes my hands are frail like bent limbs on a dying tree~


Life is like an unbridled horse

that runs free out of our control
yet still we try to tame it.




Note:
I have spent many years not seeing what I should, not relishing what I could, not being all I could be,  and trying to control what was out of my hands. It seems some lessons do not come easy.  Gaining wisdom has been like taming an unbridled horse.  It is hard, and it is going to take some time.  I suppose life is meant to be a process of learning and growth.  If it were meant to be easy, it would be.  I just feel a bit weary sometimes.  I am a slow learner and I have the bunions to prove it.    I am in need of a true vacation, maybe a trip to the beach to just walk the shore, count my blessings, and pick up some sea shells along the way.   




Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Four Sad Songs for a City Slicker


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Linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ City




Don't let the city steal your soul. ~Terri Guillemets




Noisy Lover


You are a lover that only some hearts can keep


with your noisy chaos and slippery streets

you have the power to make fickle the strongest of souls

making them yearn for a more green and peaceful home

though you are like an amazing poem with so much packed in a small space

you cannot compare to God's quite country of beauty and grace.

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Lost on 5th and Broadway

A trip to the city gives me shivers like frost
cause instead of arriving it feels more like being lost
getting mixed in the fabric of engines and lights
and for some that is suffocation of a different kind
a world full of people from the west to the east
an accident on Main and traffic jam on all streets
you are certain to get lost before you find your place
cause you left your heart on a field a country mile away.


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Skyscraper Song

You have designed me like gods that never knew heaven
my posture straight and strong but I am prone to disease
your blue prints seem perfect in plan and design
my stories are many and I am worth more
than some see in a a life time
then when plans change and walls mold and decay
I am disposed of like trees
for you have designed me like gods that never knew heaven
my posture straight and strong but I am prone to disease

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 The City and the Night

It is alive like a crackling camp fire
streams of light seem to melt together
moving to a pace only fast songs can play to
one street begins where another ends
yet all objects in the mirror are more distant
than they seem
still like lovers the city and the night become one
the sighs of a hundred lost lovers
hum in the distance and yet ring right in our ears
so many lonely people in one place
our love is 100 miles away
while another's bumps us as we pass.






Sunday, July 8, 2018

Hearken 101


Courtesy Google Images
 
Linking with Poets United for Poetry Pantry # 410
 

The past can't see you, but the future is listening. ~Terri Guillemets



There is no school for this
no pop quiz 
nor multiple choice 
for you to pencil in the answer
no
you can't get the info on line
nor read it from a text book
no preparation is provided 
you just have to learn as you go 
Life is like that
experience is a wild horse
that you have to ride hard to earn
and falling is only a bonus
that the future will reward
no saddle needed just make sure
you have your boots
thick jeans
and an open heart.


Thursday, July 5, 2018

We Trade Trees for Skyscrapers



Linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Lady Liberty and also The Sunday Muse for week #11   Come join us!


For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. ~Martin Luther


It seems when we expand any direction something becomes smaller
like ice in a glass of water
it melts and disappears from what we see
So we trade trade trees for skyscrapers
in the name of freedom
we build in brick and mortar
high and wide
at the cost of the liberty of trees
they disappear one by one
mile by mile
acre by acre
into shopping centers and malls
one man's gain is another's loss
but in the bigger scheme of things
the loser is truly us all.


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Lady Liberty,

Her name is Liberty
and she is stoic like trees
head held high 
standing for all that is beautiful
and all we hold dear
crowned by good
and brotherhood
we remember her name
but have forgotten
the sound of her voice.