A Quote By: I am Anaya
"Time wins unless, the winds find the seeds to disperse"
And so the flowers grew in the garden
because someone placed them softly in the soil
and so the trees grew big because
the arborist knew what to do
and so the dandelions began to thrive
wild and free,
because the winds of change did stir
with God's tendered hand of love*
Time closed doors that no man could pry
but the winds soon dispersed,
and a new life appeared changing course,
as for fate,
well fate never could be, coerced.
Buying into eternity
one Poem at a time
My dreams are my currency
a richness sublime
Buying into eternity
words soar into verse
On the wings of an Angel
—salvation dispersed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
His life spinning inward,
to its center returned
A whirlwind of intent,
—through the maelstrom it churned
His end was beginning,
as the last became first
All time banished outward,
—evil Gargouille dispersed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Dispersed Dreams and Visions
Dawn awakens to dreams of magic dust
Captured in an avalanche
Of visions slumbered
Dreams and visions evaporate quickly
When aired in morning’s first light
Slipping from present view
Scattered images fade all to quickly
like morning snow melts away
slowly into the ground
Crumbling thoughts of dreamland adventure
Swept rapidly from mind’s sight
Longing for breath of light
By: Debra Squyres 2013 All Rights Reserved
Kimo Cluster inspired by the following written comment of Robert Johnson on one of my poems:
“So many times we lose the fight
to capture thoughts that we don't write.
Dawning dreams of magic dust
We breathe it in, it turns to rust.
An avalanche of slumber snow.
Covers up what we no longer know.”
Clawing at the doors
Windowless shops barrage
Their straight images on printed faces
Bedsheets of yesterday grope
Seamless skin wondering
About moods and ruminations
Clouds unravel before they start
As thin toast barely starts the morning
The urge to shift settles groundwise
While gypsy radio pulses truncate
Asking for your improvement
And glide away before you start
I'm settling in the thick skin of dirt roads
That I know wind back around to the same path