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In the ocean she swam that day, pure as snow.
She was gorgeous, and her white tail was aglow.
He was confident, thinking his scuba gear was sound.
Never realizing he was in trouble all the way around.
She had an inkling that someone was going to be in trouble
So she rounded up the sharks, and locked them up in double.
He had no idea that his scuba mask was going to fail
Or that he would meet a mermaid with a beautiful tail.
Their meeting was a conspiracy between the corals and a whale.
They thought it would maybe end up a romantic sweet fairy tale.
The corals have magic powers that are truly ocean known.
And the whale can change things rapidly with a secret moan.
So the meeting went as scheduled. The diver’s mask was no good.
The mermaid swam to his rescue, as any beautiful siren would.
They communicated with telepathy – the human and the maid.
And frankly they were both too inspired to be a bit afraid.
The mermaid grabbed the human, and took him to the top
Not letting anything or anyone make them pause or stop.
The man found himself on the surface, struggling to breathe.
But she had disappeared, so was it true? And would anyone believe?
Ancient cathedral pulled Catriss and her steed toward the forest.
It was an uphill climb, so she dismounted and waked beside her friend.
Winston was thrilled, for she offered him a sugared apple on the way.
Oleander flowers lined their path holding the oaks back, a natural path.
Mist gave Catriss’s imagination fresh new songs, as she fed Winston.
They might not have the answer, she told him, but I have to ask.
Spiritual advisors always spoke to her from the bowels of the cathedral.
She had been listening to their counsel since she was eight-years-old.
Being a clairaudient empath was a gift she did not take for granted.
Catriss understood that it is given to few, and it should not be wasted.
She sensed an animal watching. Turned to see the white tail of a deer
As they beast jumped over a fence, and ambled out of sight.
Beasts in a forest are always so much more beautiful she told Winston.
He was a patient horse, and the best listener she had ever met.
She came out of the cathedral a few hours later with the answers.
Refreshed, and enthusiastic, she felt a whole lot lighter.
Winston sensed that something wonderful had taken place.
He gave her a nudge indicating she should ride.
She did not want to disappoint him, so she climbed onto his back.
Happy horse and joyful rider returned to the village with a flourish.
I am lightly prancing through the grasses close to my house.
Loving the cool feel of the violets and dandelions on my toes.
Tickling me, in the best of ways, summer is here! I can feel her!
We are getting closer to the back forty; we have reached the railroad ties.
Ouch! I sit down to dig out a splinter, and it was wicked.
The dogs stop momentarily, look back, then run on.
They are used to getting sticks and stones in their paw pads.
I feel like a baby, but I am walking gingerly now.
The brook is at the bottom of the ties.
I immerge my toes in the cool water.
Admiring the tiny minnows, and the way the water moves.
There are shiny round rocks at the bottom.
I begin to relax, feeling nature’s love.
A cough startles me.
I see the white tail of a deer who has leaped a fence.
Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you I think.
The woods are putting me into a meditative state.
I hesitate to get my cool clean drink this morning.
Something is different. The cold air is the same.
The water is still, I do not sense danger.
There is a lack of sameness however.
I look at my brother and shake my head as he
Starts for the water. He hesitates, his ears come up.
He is listening. I realize for the first time how many points he has.
I had another brother with points like that. Proud, until he was not.
He paws at the ground and gives a rough cough.
I give him a sharp glance. He looks down, shyly.
Not as proud, and I feel ashamed of myself.
He is my little brother. Do I dare let him go first?
The last time I did that, I lost a brother.
With a cough, I let him know I will go first.
Something is wrong; not danger, but something.
Man? I am not sure. If man, a young one.
I step out and take a cool drink. Put my head up.
Sh! Did you hear that?
A loud noise crashes through the meadow.
A searing pain goes through me.
The last thing I see before my eyes close
Is my brother's white tail as he hops over the fence
Back toward the safety of the trees. He does not look back.
I smile, knowing I saved at least one of my brothers.
The young woman’s loveliness permeated the forest.
She was lacy and soft, and a delight to their eyes.
Doe watched her from the thicket, marveling at her beauty.
The leaves were twittering with excitement.
It had been years since they saw a young human.
With such pretty hair and bright eyes.
The birds began tweeting their excitement.
A cough gave the deer’s hiding place away.
She is so lovely! The young woman thought as the doe left.
She admired her fluffy white tail and her jumping prowess.
Not realizing the doe had previously been admiring her beauty.
A wonderful day for a picnic in the forest.
Oaks, sycamores and hickories greet me in my favorite woods.
I walk through dappled sunlight, taking my jacket off as I walk.
Down the familiar dirt path, I reach my favorite relaxation spot.
A tiny brook that is running a bit thanks to April’s generous rain.
I hear a twig snap. Look up in time to catch a white tail deer leaping.
I had apparently startled her; she pauses at tree line to glance back.
I scoop some water up in my hands and take a drink. It is cool, delicious.
Tiny minnows catch my eye, and a few really pretty pebbles.
I collect a pile of them, and stack them for the walk back to the house.
Giant felled log is my next destination. I sit on her a bit, soaking up sun.
It's seventy-eight degrees now. I take off my shirt. No one is here.
There is an ethereal feeling today, like spirit guides are watching.
My dog sits patiently beside me, she loves it here, just like I do.
We could fall asleep here easily. I squint toward the meadow next door.
Queen Anne’s lace and wild daisies are calling. We begin to walk.
At the edge of the pond I stick in a bare toe. It’s not bad, refreshing
Luckily, I am wearing a swimming suit under my clothes.
I take off my shirt and shorts and dive in. The dog is right behind me.
As we swim we hit warm spots, natural springs.
I doubt anyone else has ever experienced Nirvana like we have.
Exquisitely composed
poised in the sun
flick of white tail
soft shafts of light
late summer sun
Motionless-
moored to a sea
of tall meadow grass
A broken spell
conveyed in the breeze...
a haze of unwell
a snap of a twig
a rustle of leaves
moment's unease
Wariness, eyes
lifted from grazing
darkening skies
Day's shadow dwells
fraught with unease
Taunting of trees
taut muscles, seize
ready to flee
Rounded eyes
mirrored glass
fresh scent of harm
sense of alarm
One moment
exquisitely composed-
Another moment
honed ...composed...
dashed into shadows
exquisitely closed
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5/19/15 For Thomas Martin's Contest "Show, Don't Tell"
How peaceful this one afternoon in June.
The people in their homes seem tucked away.
With everything about me, I’m in tune
while from my big back yard I now survey
the color of Crayola sky in blue,
a backdrop for the trees Crayola green.
As clouds sit still, a white tail passes through
some cauliflower clouds, and now unseen,
it trails a jet to lands that yonder lie.
A tiny butterfly alights on ground,
and on my fence a single dragonfly
has residence, content to be around.
Both sun and wind are mellow, and a bug
orange and black now gives my skin a hug.
For Joann Grisetti's
Memories of June Contest
The squirrel council gathered
beneath the old oak tree,
debating this year’s acorn tax
with wild indignity.
Red Tail argued loudly
for equal stash for all,
while Gray Tail filibustered
by climbing up the trunk and stalling.
Chiptooth formed a committee
to count the winter stores,
but half the nuts went missing
before they reached the floor.
White Tail, the Treasurer (a clever one)
insisted on a vote~
but bribery with hazelnuts
kept everyone barking a troat.
Yet somehow, through the chaos,
a compromise was made:
each squirrel keeps their acorns
but must share one… someday.
And so the forest functions,
in its nut-based parliament~
a jittery, tail-flicking congress
forever in dissent.
I have to worship God you said
And away you went, where He was
In a building with stained glass windows
Is He only there for you? Sad really.
I am enjoying His outdoors, loving His horizon.
Basking in His sun, enthusiastic about His new day.
He is everywhere I look, and I look everywhere.
Seeing Him in tiny purple violets and yellow dandelions.
His trees are glittering with possibilities.
His stream is full of tiny minnows that struggle upstream.
I hear something, and listen harder. Is it one of His deer?
I see the flash of a white tail.
I am loving my day. I sing no hymns, but my heart is on fire.
My eyes are full of gratitude and I am hugging wildflowers.
His world is showing me how to worship Him.
I need no building with stained glass windows.