Rustling of The Sheets

Poets United Think Tank Prompt #8

There was a time

together

in your bed

I could hear

nothing less than

the wistful steps

of your eyes

tickling my skin

and the whispering

of your thoughts

mingling with mine

hanging

on the hopes of

forever...

Now

alone

in this bed

I can hear

nothing more than

the rustling of the sheets

as I toss and turn.

Open Windows and Locked Doors

Magpie Tale # 25

Some hands are like a wasp in an open window that is constantly beating against the upper plated glass.  They are continually trying to attain what they already have.

There a hearts like a cobweb covered pad locked door, for nothing ever enters and nothing ever departs.

Some things in life make us question what might have been, but like dead flowers that are lost amongst the weeds of someone else's garden, these answers were never for us to hold.

Magpie Tales a great site for writers.

A Penny To A Child

When I was a child

rushing to play

I saw a penny sparkle

on the pavement

I picked it up

gladly

with full hands

so sure it was a wish

that would someday come true...

but somewhere between

the sparkle and fades

the cares and casualties

the grandeur and mundane

when my hands were grown

that one cent coin

slipped through

my empty hands

and fell to the pavement

so I left it gladly

too busy to pick it up.

I Can Hear The Flutter of Wings

Sometimes the light of day seems taken over by the shadows of the night.  I wander in the darkness blinded by the light.  But somewhere between the shadow's danger and the rescuing, if I stop and listen I can hear the flutter of wings.

Sometimes the raging river is more memorable than the gentle stream.  I don't remember the song of rapture because I can't forget the scream.  But somewhere between the valley's flood and the mountain's spring, if I remember I can hear the flutter of wings.

Sometimes the lightning seems brighter than the rainbow's aftermath.  I linger in the rain even though the storm has passed.  But somewhere between the peaceful calm and the thunder's ring, if I close my eyes and listen I can hear the flutter of wings.

Sometimes the sound that tears make is louder than that of a smile.  I hold on to the heartache even though I have been rescued from the trial.  But somewhere between the joy and all the painful things, if I am quiet and listen I can hear the flutter of wings.

The Sound The Moon Makes

Think Tank Prompt # 7

There is a sound the moon makes when it takes up a fool's eyes.

It is louder than a train wreck, yet quieter than a cry.

There is a sound the moon makes when it is in a child's view.

It is louder than a herd of elephants, yet smoother than a flute.

There is a sound the moon makes when it fills a lover's sky.

It is louder than Beethoven, yet softer than a sigh.

Poets United a great site for poets that blog.

Freedom Is A Room With A View

Magpie #24

Silence and denial lay together like an unused bed, in an empty room. 

Never allowing truth's purspose, and it's freedom to be viewed.

I spent years laying in that bed waiting for him to become a better man, somehow free.

It was a costly lesson to finally realize the only one I could truly change was me.

For there are times it is strength to linger within the flame,

but there are others when it is mightier to stand up and walk away.

Magpie Tales a great site for writers. 

Brilliance

Think Tank Prompt #6

Poets United a wonderful site for poets that blog.

Brilliance is not a newly cut diamond,

but the glistening eyes of a child so full of hope.

Brilliance is not a scientific theory,

but the enlightening that can occur

in the colliding of two souls.

Brilliance is not an orchestrated opus,

but the deep flutter of the leaves

that only the forest can compose.

Brilliance is not a numeric formula,

but the unmeasurable capacity

of what the heart can hold.

The Builders

Mag #23

Mankind seeks shelter from all of life's storms

so brick by brick he gathers builds and forms

constructing walls that are architecturally sound

that no elements would dare tear down

but at man's hands there are things unseen

his plans can parch and crumble like dry leaves

for faulty parts neglect and loose wires

can create a spark and then build a fire

tearing down all that man once built up

leaving only remnants of hope in the dust

but man's imperfections have an ideal plan

for no force can abolish the resilience of man.

Magpie Tales a great site for writers. 

In The Pink

Thank you Ninotaziz for giving me this wonderful award.  I truly love your blog, and I am honored to recieve this award from you!

Accepting the Pink  Award does not end here.  There are a few wonderful rules to accepting the award

and they are as follows:

1.  Thank and link back to the person that gave you the award.

2.  Share 7 things about your self.

3.  Pass the award to 9 fellow bloggers that inspire you.

4.  Let them know about the award. :-)

Once again I want to thank you Ninotaziz for awarding me the Pink Award.  You have such a giving spirit that shows in your wonderful gift of writing.  I feel blessed and honored to have met you here.

These are 7 things about me:

1.  I am blessed to work at a local library, but I am too busy to read. :-)

2.  My greatest lessons in life have been learned the HARD way.

3.  Being a Grandmother has expanded my whole view on love.

4.  My favourite word is HOPE.

5.  I eat like a man, but gain weight like a woman.

6.  Even Hallmark commercials can make me cry like a baby.

7.  The most wonderful teachers of my life have been my children.

These are my nine Pink Award bloggers:

I'm Just Saying... Sheri the words of your life are always an inspiration to me, and your friendship is a blessing indeed.

The Poetry of Alaurilee Alaurilee your poetry is so full of hope and dear to the heart I knew I had come across a precious jewel when I found your blog.

Underneath His Wrapping Ruth your blog is always an inspiration to me.  Your faith in God and daily life are truly an example to others.  I feel I have grown from the experience of being your friend here.

Signed...bkm bkm your passion for life and writing is so evident in your blog.  Your creativity inspires me.

Sweeter Poetry  Dulce your blog is so very beautiful to me.  It conveys such a wonderful sensuous style, and love abounds at your blog.   Your talent is truly brave, lovely, and inspiring.

The Chololate Chip Waffle Terresa your poetry is apsolutely amazing.  I am never disappointed when I visit your blog.  Each and every morsel that you dish out is truly nourishment to the soul.

LiveLaughLove Niecy your blog is filled with the love of God, and your posts are always a blessing to others.

Skylover Kerry every poem that you write shines with the light of your love of nature.  All your poetry is filled with beautiful imagery and truly an inspiration.

The Blowing Branches Patty your prose are always captivating, and your blog is beautifully put together.  I always enjoy visiting it and seeing what new story you have to tell.


Thank you all for inspiring me, and Ninotaziz I am grateful for your wonderful spirit of giving. Thank you. :-)

Humanity

I am not a river, for sometimes I must turn around and go back to where I began.

I am not a feather, for I can stand strong against the wind.

I am not a bridge, for there are times I cannot hold everything up by myself.

I am not a garden, for I can thrive no matter what the wind blows in.

I am not a sparrow, for sometimes I destroy what I build.

I am not a road map, for I am not always an example of the way to go.

I am  not an ocean, for sometimes my deepest motives become quite shallow.

I am not a diamond, for my value cannot be priced or marked.

I am not a window, for there are times I cannot see beyond my own threshold.

I am not a forest, for sometimes I must get up and walk away alone.

I am not an island, for there are times I must touch something by my side.

I am not an eagle, for I do not always know what I am searching for.

I am not a sunset, for darkness cannot overtake me at every dusk.

I am not a padlocked door, for I am open to what may come.

I am not a rainbow, for my colors leave an enduring mark.

How To Know Beauty

Poets United a great site for Poets that blog.

Think Tank Prompt #5

You don't need a salon, golden highlights, or curls.

Put away your diamonds, cashmere, and the pearls.

Throw out your mascara, all your powder, and creams.

They only mask what lies underneath.

For the only regimen you really need to start, is to bestow, and behold beauty
through the eyes of your heart.