Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I Feel Old Today
I feel old today
My body hurts, my mind is slow
An unknown chill creeps within
and weariness seeps through my bones.
Like an undulating wave the feeling
spreads from head to toe.
I feel old today
Giving my mouth a smile that
my eyes do not reflect,
Speaking words of comfort and
cheer I do not feel,
And trying to hide it all from
A world that goes on it's merry
way as though I don't exist.
Like a hollow eyed child
whose belly is swollen with hunger
and the pain of abandonment,
My soul screams out with the
injustice I cannot change.
No one seems to hear, or
understand, or care,
And I feel so old.
I fear becoming what I see and hear.
My heart has no tears left.
Where once the joy bubbled freely
from a depthless well,
Only the echoes remain, like
huge cracks in sun dried mud....
I feel so very old today.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Spirit Prayer
Evening settles drumbeat starts,
Single cadence in the dark
Hushed tones whispered on the wind
Rising feelings then begin
Dancer comes in cape of black
Feathers shine and shells do clack
Beginning slowly turning round
Jumping quickly across the ground
Call the spirits, sing the song
Hopeful prayer and hearts that long
For peaceful seasons, children many
Sickness gone and crops a plenty
Sunrise beckons shafts of light
Dancer slows, becomes as night
Fading slowly in the dark
To shield himself from daylight stark
New day wakens, Bells now chime
Hope is given one more time....
Single cadence in the dark
Hushed tones whispered on the wind
Rising feelings then begin
Dancer comes in cape of black
Feathers shine and shells do clack
Beginning slowly turning round
Jumping quickly across the ground
Call the spirits, sing the song
Hopeful prayer and hearts that long
For peaceful seasons, children many
Sickness gone and crops a plenty
Sunrise beckons shafts of light
Dancer slows, becomes as night
Fading slowly in the dark
To shield himself from daylight stark
New day wakens, Bells now chime
Hope is given one more time....
Monday, February 7, 2011
By Way of Explanation
A friend thought it might be a good idea to preface my poems with an explanation about how and why they came about. It’s not going to happen. My inspiration comes from many places, everything from something that caught my attention while I was in traffic, to some burning issue on a rerun of the Gilmore Girls. Each poem stands alone as an entity unto itself. It’s up to the reader to decide if it strikes a chord within them. Meaning belongs to the beholder, because the music of life plays a different tune for each of us. Come dance on the other side of the rainbow….and enjoy.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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