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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
A willing victim to time’s soft crust
Dulled sergeant stripes lay on the floor
Fading remnants from a worldly war
This old, now lifeless, bricked in room
Is now but a capsule, her timeless tomb
Her future and dreams enjoined in fight
It's here she threaded her rifle each night
The war years seemed like only yesterday
Still, both them and her have gone away
Yet here in this room Mom's candle does glow
It's here in this room she labored so
Her faint initials still etched in the rust
Beside her machine she is frozen in dust
That wonderful lady and her vanishing mark
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark
This world, in which we all live, has been split in two.
On one half is me, on the other half is you.
There is wonder and beauty, on both sides to behold.
I know we can bridge the gap, no matter what we are told.
We have two distinct points, for the whole world to see.
Maybe the further we look ahead, the closer these two points will be.
Like the vanishing point in art, where receding lines appear to converge.
If we focus real hard on the future, maybe just one point will emerge.
This will be a lot of work...it will definitely take some time.
But I'm confident that we can do it, now listen to my rhyme.
Let's forge ahead to the future, surrounded by family and friends.
I know we'll see this vanishing point, long before this world ends.
She but a heart breaker
Isn't she ......
The smoothness her face
A blockade my day
Am drained like a lake
boiling I vanishing
She did left me
Can't spread my feelings
Am drying like a vapour
Am vanishing, resuscitation
Please stay with
Though
I have learned my bitter
lesson, I have seen a bitter
pill my life now seem like zero
and tomorrow in the shades
of the narrow extreme of life.
I keep my heart at bay
so as to feel my love awake.
In my heart is bottled bakes
of my love
and when my love awake
then my day is made.
I keep my heart at bay
so as to flee the pain of the day
when my heart flees the pain of the day
then my ache is drain from its pain.
I keep my heart at bay
when my mind might quake
when my mind quakes,
my Love is at stake
And when my love is at stake
my love might fade.
I keep my heart away
so that my mate
might see Some fate
the day they bait
with me in a race.
I keep my heart at bay
on a date I don’t won’t to be late
the frame of love I made
for the date another date
might Be waste
and when my frame
is waste
then my love Is disdained.
In the wake of the day
lays the pain of the way
in the pain on the way
lays the aches of the stakes
in the aches of the stakes
lays the shake of the frame
in the shake of the frame
lays the break of my heart
and when my heart Is broken
my hate is made
when my hate is made
then my love is drained
so I keep my heart at bay
So as to feel my love awake
Another day awakes am
5/23/2020
The maple, beech, the willow, ash and oak -
abundant are the trees that shed their leaves,
and in the spring, the goddess Flora weaves
her magic, vanishing cold winter’s cloak.
Sometimes the roots of shade trees need a soak.
A tree in drought most gratefully receives
the summer rains. By autumn it achieves
sheer brilliance. Memories autumn days invoke.
Like trees deciduous are people too.
With warmth we flourish. Also we are green,
not having lived our lives yet for too long.
Through summer more of life we can pursue.
By fall, we’re colored by all that we’ve seen.
Then winter comes, and life we can’t prolong.
Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers
Roots and Dandelion Dreams: A Mother's Heart
- Daniel Henry Rodgers
At dawn's first blush,
milkweed pods,
burst with a sigh,
A feathery shower of,
silk sending secrets...
on the wind's soft cry.
Yesterday they wore a crown of pink
Today they are set free;
like dandelion dreams floating on the vast sea
a thousand wishes taking flight.
I see you spinning gracefully
on dandelion fluff.
each strand like a
glowing thread
forming a halo.
Your laughter flows like
a babbling
brook over stones.
while your tears resemble mist
clinging to ferns in
the whisping breeze.
As twilight falls and fireflies twinkle
like scattered stars,
a new constellation is born.—
a flickering dance in the dimming light
as transient, as a summer evening.
In your eyes wild irises bloom
reflecting the evening sky as
they search for their fragrance.
Amidst meadowlarks songs
welcoming the dawn in morn.
my heart remains intertwined
with yours like a nurturing vine
that delves into the soil
forever connected to you.
You write the poetry of life
moments full of freedom.
Like a ballet of butterflies
a child experiencing wonder,
both wild and free.
No need,
for preaching!
just the melody of the wind
whispering through
the pine trees.
A communication,
a connection that binds eternally.
With patience engraved
in the face of mountains
I stand as a protector.
a sanctuary in this forests
intricate beauty.
While shadows dance in a transient
vanishing performance
My love stands firm like
a redwood sentinel enduring
all challenges.
In the settling of dusk,
where fireflies sparkle,
My presence is like a meadow
where bluebirds dream.
For you,
my child,
are a hawk,
on the wind's caress.
Soaring on thermals,
a spirit,
etched upon your face.
My heart,
a beacon's steady fire,
guiding,
through the unknown,
In this life's,
choreography,
bathed in your,
boundless exploration.
Mother
Sheltering, strong
Branches rustle tales
Roots grip the earth deep
Child
Just a grainy photo
in a missing persons file
A blurry time worn image
of a fading face and smile
Forgotten people through the cracks
have slipped and gone away
By whose hand to God knows where
there is no clue to say
They wandered off the beaten path
into the mists of time
A piece of fruit plucked from a tree
A vanishing, sublime
Some disappearing so complete
as though they never were
The myths and legends they became
our haunted memories stir
Of what befell the missing
many theories abound
like ghostly campfire stories
that keep getting passed around
But they were once like you and I
with lives and plans and dreams
'til something swept them from the Earth
without a trace it seems
And through the years the families
are left with gaping holes
An emptiness the size and shape
of all these long lost souls
And many are the ones whose absence
never will be solved
They took a walk and they were gone
as if they just dissolved
From scientists to engineers
to little girls and boys
whatever snatched them from our lives
no preference employs
And sadly, nearly every day
a brand new face and smile
becomes another photo
in a missing persons file
Mike Wise
11-12-19
Snowflakes swirl of white in different shapes
round and round full of spirit they can’t escape
falling, falling from the blue vault of heaven
draping the cold ground
Everything vanishing in white never fearing
twinkling, blinking, and sparkling
clinging and hugging the trees so dearest
Our eyes light up smiles spread over our faces
Mum helps to bundle us up warm
from head to toe so we won’t get numb playing in the snow
Bentley barks, spinning around wagging his tail delighted to join us
Soft snowflakes kiss our faces oh so gently
as we lie on the fluffy snow
flapping our legs and arms like wings
while Bentley runs around ebulliently licking our faces
Springing up to our feet, throwing snowballs intently
Roll and roll as much as we can of the snow
stacking three –high building our snowman
Big and small black buttons
For a mouth, eyes, and its tummy,
a small rose plum it looks so dumb for a nose “Oh so funny!”
Holly pinned to a felt black top hat for his head
Bentley tugs to tighten a red woolen scarf around his neck
Oh what a delight Mr. Red Cardinal decides to alight
on Mr. Snowman’s holly to peck on the red berries
12/13/2016
The universe is an explosion paused in earthly momentum,
A glimpse into the inner workings of this galactic firework.
One part feeds another,
A circle that can never cease.
Created from a single act,
A slight tear in the dark cosmic fabric,
And then the former universe collapsed.
The vanishing product of a confusing and empty entity,
Powering the need for creation through the marvels of elimination.
A systematic, self-powering energy
Feeding off a grand aligned design.
A cosmic intercourse, where creation meets death,
An eternal cycle of destruction and rebirth.
The mechanics of the unknown,
Smothered in awe and depth,
A repeated consequence of countless thoughts.
The universe that comes now and before,
A continuum of infinite possibilities.
"Who I am, is the understanding what is important in my personal narrative world, my feelings, motives, and desires." Quote by poet
My long journey
to present time holds its effect
in own cultured human imperfection,
woman emotional
resilience, but have achieved expectational
victories because of those that have encouraged
its last unique lasting effects
significance, not a copy of another.
Self-awareness
will by no means cease to exist,
but shall emerge encouraged and shall keep
exploring my beacon
spirit from the inherited knowledge, values,
memories, and the writings, arts, and those who love
me, will keep me from vanishing.
Cherish every empowering moment of self.
Summer
did arrive today
A beautiful sunrise
an azure blue sky
A gentle breeze
as the Sun beams down
Banishing
Vanishing
Winter’s frown
Taking a walk
On the promenade
Smiling faces
Such happy souls
Look forward to dipping
their winter white toes
Though cold it will be
in the sparkling blue sea
At the end of the day
With their bright red noses
How sore they will be
no sun cream one supposes
But happy are they
on this first summer’s day
For tomorrow it may rain
in the UK ~ by sea
Written 14th May 2022 after the warmest day this year...
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
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