Saturday, March 28, 2020

Things Unseen


Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 101
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Elephants and grandchildren never forget. ~Andy Rooney

My grandmother spoke of things unseen
like southern winds through rustling leaves
All the stories some would dare not tell
Strolled her tongue like lovers on a garden dell
And letters never written to the world
Were placed in my heart as just a girl
Like graffiti’s true art on a northern wall
She shared explicitly her rise and her fall
Then all her secrets left one day
They rode her wings final flight away
Yet all those quiet convictions I still can hear
They live within me and whisper soft yet clear
For grandmother spoke of things unseen
And my heart still listens and my heart believes.

Dedicated to my maternal grandmother, Hazel Cameron Covington Odeneal.  She had a beautiful southern draw, and her stories were always wonderful and fascinating.  I lost her when I was only 13 years old to pneumonia in 1976.   She has been on my mind even more these days.   Please be safe everyone, and remind others that we need to be safe not just for ourselves, but for our family members at risk, our neighbors, and all the beautiful and diverse people with whom we share this world.   

Saturday, March 14, 2020

Bittersweet

Linking with the Sunday Muse for the BIG 99th prompt hosted by the utterly amazing poet Shay!
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Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly. ~Proverb

We all begin whole
Ruby red cheeked
No scrapes nor bruises
Light with the seeds of hope
Held by the hands of love
Yet later that same love is also
The hand that slices us to the core.


Tuesday, March 3, 2020

Move Your Heart

Image by by Christian Klein on Pixabay

Linking with Earthweal for the prompt: "Beating the Drums of Change"

Life is its own journey, presupposes its own change and movement, and one tries to arrest them at one's eternal peril. ~Laurens van der Post


Sooner or later rocks get thrown into the middle of the pond ahead,
 and ripples flow out until they reach the edge
change is like that it pushed through
and makes all standing still have to move
do not be silent without a song
reach out your hands and move along
clap and tap and drum the beat
move your heart and move your feet
change is like that it does not stand still
it bravely journeys through where danger will
for sooner or later rocks get thrown into the middle of the pond ahead
and ripples flow out until they reach the edge.