My first steps, a shock,
bare feet on the cold white ground.
Soft powder covers
the world, a blanket of quiet.
My breath, a small cloud,
hovers in the frosty air.
I hear my sister's gasp,
my brother's shout of joy.
The cold stings my soles,
a thousand small needles.
I feel the small sting
and I want to run back,
back to the warm place.
But my mother smiles,
her hand warm in the cold air,
and my father laughs,
his voice a low rumble.
I keep on walking,
brave in the strange new cold.
My toes turn a pale blue,
a small person in a great world.
And the snow, a white whisper,
surrounds us all in silence,
a memory, a feeling, a dream.
I will never forget this
my first walk in the snow,
a white world I found
with my family, with love,
and my little blue toes.
Vindication of all wrong
Challenges waiver
My sights set on victory
My pain may be real
But my honor driven, real
Johari window;
no one can see through this pane,
where I make my decisions.
my thoughts ala carte,
and not all desirable,
sussed out in my universe;
perplexing to me.
sift through so many pages -
childhood habits and missteps.
when faith came my way,
how divine the candlelight,
the Spirit lighting my path.
electrifying,
sword of positivity
discerning my every word.
don’t always listen
to the reproof; button up.
shame’s not a place to live. look
up to God’s grace; bow
down in that out of sight place;
forward march into glory.
sometimes there are storms:
depression, obsessive fraughts.
I pray through it; God’s faithful.
lingering in brain,
too long, could drive me cuckoo;
get in, get out, get moving.
inner voice, I must control.
Whispers in the reeds,
moonlight drips from lily pads,
frogs compose a hymn of dusk.
Ripples gently hum
where the heron lifts its wings—
stillness breaks, becomes a song.
My haunting birth place,
picture book of green scene bliss,
brimming with winsome townsfolk,
who ooze unfeigned charm,
streets vibrate at crack of dawn,
night life otherworld intrigue
Life has become small
with age and the pall of death
discoloring once vibrant
joy, and old laughter
echoes down the corridors,
fading fast into shadows.
A pool in the shade.
water torn with small ripples.
goldfish darted up and down,
in limpid water.
when the carp leaped suddenly,
I heard the pond's melody.
Ripples’ softened pitch
rises as ducks glide around,
Turtles' bubbled chants resound
till frogs’ croons abound;
Insects’ buzz and splashing fish
lead Polyphonic Choired Pond
Know about this place
in its own glory and grace
an alluring site more or less.
Chose spot on stream strand
Hope, that will be Great and Grand
to exchange our first errand.
A Pond's Melody
Purrs of swimming swans
Drumming of fish with bladders
Rustling of water lilies
Rippling of waters
Stir up a pond`s melody,
A dulcet boon to the ears.
A Pond's Melody
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Blue-green symphony
My worries all wash away
Downpour on a summer day
Dewdrops and the rain
Dance O' pond of melodies
Sing a song of Jubilee
.
yellow duckies slosh
a fishing line rewinding
blue sky’s skipping in the pond
whistles the green frog
a tan boy puppy puddles
small gray cloud joins with splish-splash
A Pond’s Melody
dragonflies buzzing
spring peepers chirping for mates
splashing fish jumping for meals
blue herons squawking
bilious bullfrogs croaking
quacking mallards leading young
Folks get paid and they
go out on weekends to play.
It often seems that way . . . yet
NOT on a MONDAY.
“Thank God It’s Friday,” folks say.
Mondays they’d rather forget.
This is where we met;
Where you set my heart afire’
Filled me with burning desire.
And still, in my dreams,
I can see you standing there,
Sunlight highlighting your hair
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