Her drawing is terrible.
The colors are wrong and the hand is backwards.
The elbow bends at a strange angle
And it's too high up on the arm.
The shadows don't make sense,
Cause they're in all the wrong places.
It's my favorite piece of art.
Finally it has arrived,
In spite of my imprecations
Right on time, precisely,
Same as every year and the next,
To start the accursed descent~
Damned cold weather
Arriving in time to nature's clock,
Yet the sun still shines.
Oddly the stars stay bright,
Far off in pristine beauty~
Aught they not weep with me
Under winter moon's cold light?
Too many nights will pass
Until spring's right equinox,
Marking the world with promise
No more cold weather!
In the darkest hour,
The Devil thinks he's won,
Having dealt a heavy blow
To Goodness, Truth, and Love.
But as he smiles in triumph,
At the chaos and the pain,
For just a moment, he forgets
That Dawn is on its way.
And when the Sun arrives at last,
To pierce the blackness with its rays,
All of his evil work will fall,
For Night can never conquer Day.
I step beyond my front door, shoes brushing dew
And the air is crisp, familiar-something old, something new.
The sky unfolds in pale gold, the sparrows sing the same tune,
And I swear, I've wandered here before, beneath the waking moon.
Sunlight dapples over lawns just as it always does,
Neighbors wave, dogs bark, the world's gentle hum abuzz.
Every scent, each rustle, is a whisper from the past:
The rustling trees greet me-echoes that forever last.
My feet trace the sidewalk cracks, memory's soft parade,
I know the way the breeze feels, the shifting light and shade.
Deja vu in every heartbeat, in every glance I steal-
It seems, like yesterday, this day was wholly real.
Yet, as I wander outward, with wonder and with grace,
I find new meaning hidden in every time-worn place.
Perhaps I've lived this day before, or dreamed it in the night,
But outside, in the morning sun, the world feels just as right.
ego spawned deception ~
births our flawed perception
not all souls living here dwell in the light ~
animals in human form tend to bite
On the last ring of the phone
Just around the corner, but unknown
A night spent apart, alone
As a mourner for the lorn
A dozen roses for another hectic day
On Valentine's day one never supposes
The reason for being fashionably late
In the movies, in the seats
One on, and one off the train
(As the background music plays)
One on each side of the door
with words, but none we say
The crescendo then the scene segue
I'm Astaire, Gable, Grant and Kong
To your Ginger, Marilyn, Audrey and Fay
I'll see you at home tonight, don't be long
We just missed each other today
if there was ever a perfect day
this one is here, today, visiting me in Kansas
it’s not hot, not cold
there’s a bit of a breeze, kissing me softly
I scared off a mosquito before it bit me
a bird is joyfully tweeting
I am mobile
I can walk
I can see
my eyes are good
not great, but passable
two puppies lie at my feet, letting me be their queen
my tummy is full
a perfect day
ceasing striving, connect, coming undone ~
that with love and light we may become one
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The persistent Texas heat and sunshine have given way to several cooler, partly cloudy days. I step outside, making my way to the nearby walking trails. I gaze up, the clouds lifting my spirits heavenward; I embrace this cloudy day, for it brings subtle whites and cool silvers that accent the sky above. The passing white blossoms of the sky bring a transitory shade. Upon the sidewalk I see a lone butterfly beneath a tree canopy, passing from subdued sun to mellow hues.
partly cloudy days, soft-filtered light
soul song becomes louder, more confident
in those sweet moments
self-reflection
When it's rainy
It's cloudy day
Life's saddest time.
wherever there be seeking ~
notice energy leaking
early smile of dawn
as silver dew on green leaves~
sun warms them with love
What a long hot year here,
the cactus are wilting.
Cement is getting soft,
birds in the trees are cooked.
Long hot days with hot nights,
must stop for everyone.
Let It Rain-cool rain now.
For years, without caution, I sought her,
and at last, it looks like I caught her.
I'd like to wear my tie loose
('specially as it's a noose)
when I wed the ropemaker's daughter.
In an hour, a raven passed me by,
and said, "how I admire your new tie",
and "in hard times like these,
don't think 'twist in the breeze',
rather, 'Today, I learn how to fly'".
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