A Story to Tell

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Weekend Mini Challenge: "Out of Your Own Words"

Imagined by Magaly Guerrero

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What a seagull never told you about why he flies away is the farther up you fly the broader the view you get of the shore you left behind.
Nature tells a story that one can hear loud and clear
but it is a message that cannot be heard with ears
it rings out through the flight of geese
that know when  it is the time to leave
it whispers with the current that carries man's debris
that heads to bigger waters floating to the sea
it's voice rises in the floods occuring on busy streets
because man would rather have a parking lot
than grass and tall strong trees
you see nature tells a story that belts out like a song
and if we truly listen we will know there is something wrong.



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It is like nature is trying to call us from a cell phone and we are unable to truly hear....
so nature moves a little forward and says...
"can you hear me now?"

Sojourn

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the prompt "writing unseen" 

imagined by Isadora 

" You don't have a soul.  You are a soul.  You have a body."

~ C. S. Lewis

Our bodies are a bed and breakfast lodge for a soul

 that has places to go

we sometimes forget their presence 

because they are the quietest of guests

treading down the innermost halls

preparing for a trip

with no plans to stay at all

so we attempt to keep up the cottage and

we fluff the pillows and smooth the sheets

but the soul doesn't eat a big breakfast

and never needs too much sleep

prolonging it's stay is futile

for it has plans we cannot conceive 

if one looks with scientific eyes

they won't see past the amenities

but if we simply close them

and search within the confines of our heart

we will find there is something bigger

than this world could ever impart...

so I say to the world of traveling souls

and that means you and that means me to

have a little faith

and we'll leave the light on for you.

Life is Poetic

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A poet swallows life and exhales painted words. ~Terri Guillemets

Ssshhhhhh

(Carrie's spot at the library circulation desk)

Linking with Imaginary Gardens 

for Bits of Inspiration ~ Mixed Media Art

brought to you and imagined by Susie Clevenger

Silence was never written down.  ~Italian Proverb

I spend most of my time at work

sitting at a circulation desk where

people check out books

and pay late fees

discussing their day 

and their favorite 

series or author

while children laugh

and young adults 

and old ones as well

talk on their cell phone

as if they are home

for some we are

a home away

from home

we have snacks

people eat

kids run around 

and play while

their parents

are on the computer

oblivious to

their surroundings

and.....

yes libraries

are supposed to be

quiet

but

they are not...

we serve a community

where there are more needs

than just studying for a test

or looking up information

some need air conditioning

others want the internet

having important information

to print out

and then there are the

ones that want a great book

either way

there is a need to be met

and customer service is the

backbone of my career 

I am here to serve

in noise and in quiet

and I love it either way!

Now here is my actual poem for the prompt:

If silence could speak it would whisper ssshhhh

I would elbow it softly and suggest

something a little more assertive 

like shuuuut uuuup

or how about a mean glare

but silence would not listen

because silence is way too polite for that

and it does have a mind of it's own

you see silence is an old friend of mine

and we go way back

we have been through so much together

in my times of great loneliness 

it taught me the art of pondering 

life's questions and writing poetry

at night it was always close by

to listen with no judgement

there have been those that 

have shunned my dear friend

considering it empty

with nothing to truly offer

but I disagree 

it is a priceless gift

that I have learned to love

throughout the years

you see

silence

 truly is

golden to me!

A Mad Scientist with Words

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If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet,

then you must write it. 

~Toni Morrison


Stories.....
we all have one....
some love printed ones...
others have a favorite....
and we all enjoy to have one read to us when we are a child.
But in the course of things, some of us remain readers and others become writers.
I am not sure what triggers the difference.  Does a writer just have so much they want to say to the world that they have no choice in the matter?
I only know that when I was a child writing gave me 

a certain peace.
As an adult, writing went on the back burner for a long while, raising small children and learning to be on my own, however one day I decided to carry on.
I picked up a pen and a note pad and turned into a mad scientist with words. Most of my waking moments I spent dwelling on ideas and thoughts that I wanted to write into poetry.  I cleaned houses for a living and would jot notes on the job and I kept a journal with me most of the time.
Many years have passed since that time, and many things have changed in my life- marriages, homes, jobs- but one thing has not changed, my love of writing.

Poop Happens

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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

 full

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 

face

you can't 

help

but smile.

Happy 2017 Everyone!

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

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

anyway

people were 

too busy 

to catch

the message

in between 

the lines

but 

after

many years

had passed

a pen and paper

replaced the songs

with poems

that I shared them

 with

everyone

 I could

and now

here I am

once again

writing

a poem

about

how

a long

time 

ago

I

learned

to 

sing.

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
Sshhhh
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
hush
can you hear it?
I can.......

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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

 

 

 

MY IDEAS ALWAYS SHOW UP WHEN I HAVE NO PEN

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