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Natala Orobello Poem
He is my fortress and my strength
His love he has proven at length
In times of sickness and in times of health
He has remained open not stealth.
In youth we loved passionately
With children we loved affectionately
In middle age we loved calmly
With age we love patiently.
Many decades we leave behind us
Yet a few decades remain ahead of us
We are free to say what is on our mind
Knowing we’ve survived the test of time.
When money we had little of
When children were ill
When we were hurt by family or friends –
When one was ill, the other thrived
we held on
so neither was ever left behind.
This is the legacy we leave
Not of a love that is divine
But of a love that has ridden the roller coaster ride
And survived.
Copyright © Natala Orobello | Year Posted 2013
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Natala Orobello Poem
Florida Sunrise
Sunrise breathes heavy colors of
Impending wonder
Life springs into quick action
Turtles move gently toward water
Eggs hatch before heat of day
Yearlings stand on trembling legs
Sunrise breathes life into the
Natural world
But oh the pondering sunset
Who lulls all nature
with lullaby so sweet
Translucent flames descending
Into serene sea of sleep.
Copyright © Natala Orobello | Year Posted 2011
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Elusive and mysterious its majestic flight -
from bachelorhood to parenthood.
His partner nestles prettily over two lives
not yet hatched but at the ready.
He soars to distant shores for dinner -
Then glides toward their home of twig and fur-
bringing food for nourishment and strength.
He cares for her just as she cares for him
and the lives they created.
Slowly, as if afraid to enter the land of the living,
the eaglets push through the tender ivory for
their first view of blue skies and limitless future.
How fortunate these two hungry babies –
For they will be loved, fed, and nurtured till
It’s time for them to
Spread their wings and soar.
Copyright © Natala Orobello | Year Posted 2014
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Natala Orobello Poem
Who is in charge of our children's education?
What happens when parents don't do their job?
When children have no sense of reading, writing,
till they hit that school room head on?
Who is responsible to initiate, ingratiate, the word,
so language is understood from infancy and
not suddenly at five years old when
communication receives the attention it deserves?
Parents stand up and take notice
schools do not provide the only source
You are your child's first teacher
You are the one who gives him voice.
From you he will learn expression
From you he will learn who he is
From you he will learn his roots
Give him your love and attention.
Provide an environment filled with books
A place where reading takes precedence
Instill in him a joy for learning
With gentle hand and loving looks.
Model the love of learning
read on your own or with
till without even knowing
he'll develop a yearning
to know, to explore, to evaluate
all there is and more.
Copyright © Natala Orobello | Year Posted 2011
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Natala Orobello Poem
We Dance
“I’ll prepare the entre.”
“Ok.”
“I’ll tackle dessert.”
“Good.”
“He swings around me to reach the fridge.”
“I reach behind him to get chocolate and sugar.”
“Shrimp?”
“Yummy.”
“Chocolate pudding?”
“Perfect.”
“He stands beside me-peeling by the sink.”
We touch –
Barry White plays softly, quietly.
Egg yolks, milk, chocolate, and corn starch in a pot.
“Excuse me – oven needs to be on.”
“No problem –“
My hips move back – making room.
Oven’s preheating – burner’s on medium.
I stir chocolate velvet.
He sprinkles toasted breadcrumb.
Semi-circle round his back for glasses on the shelf.
We touch –
We smile –
We dance.
Copyright © Natala Orobello | Year Posted 2011
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An easy day watching nature
yearning for material to write and then...
I fed a squirrel today
At first it was fun
he captured the almond in his paws
and ate with gusto to my applause.
I placed another nearer, bravely
he snaked toward it
plucking it up quick and sure.
Then, the problem began.
A second squirrel wanted roasted almonds
he wavered toward my pet.
They raced around in circles
one hoping to keep; one hoping to get.
Suddenly, both stood before me
as though begging to be fed
Too close for comfort I thought
Nearly jumping off the bench,
I sprinted down Bull Run.
How lovely I reminisced
to be given such insight
such delicious words to write
as I watched nature in delight.
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Glistening Silver
Glistening silver on water’s edge like thousands of diamonds for my hair -
Snow covered mountains hide summer flowers of purple, pink and gold
while black bear and deer search for left over apples from October’s harvest.
Ellijay is crisp and cleaned to perfection by nature’s wind and cold -
The cows hide inside the old, red barn up the hill.
Hickory trees barren of fruit, yet a lone woodpecker flits back and forth looking -
searching for substance from the thick bark only it can penetrate.
My prayer for snow covered mountains has been answered.
Seventeen years of Florida sun has scorched my throat and mind.
I wanted to see New York snow in North West Georgia -
One full Sunday of snow falling for my eyes to fill
in the glorious beauty of winter’s wonder.
Copyright © Natala Orobello | Year Posted 2011
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Natala Orobello Poem
Remember When
Remember when I was twenty
and you were only twenty-four?
Remember how you looked at me
and how my eyes rested on yours?
Remember the eyelash on your fingertip
and how you blew it away?
Remember my prayer, my wish
and what I wanted you to say?
Remember the pounding of our hearts
as love embraced our very souls?
You and I
Have known each other from long ago
Before there was life
Before there was breath.
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To shout outwards in ease is who we are
we think.
Then we whisper looking inside to find
something left behind
rancid
We realize we haven't found ourselves
yet, we pretend
we've been looking
but we haven't really.
It's all too scarey like Kafka's Gregory
afraid we'll wake up like roaches
too pitiful to live.
We place our masks on in the morning
for it's too bright out in the sun
a different face we lean on at night
whether full moon or not.
I've noticed people are reticent to soul search
they're too afraid of what they might find.
I've looked
I've found
I'm not quite sure what I'll do now.
This new found information leaves
me lost.
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I love to read
To hide in the depths of a
great story
With drama outside my own life
Pretending their existence is much
worse than mine
I dismiss my own troubles in order
to dive into the turbulent waters
of a grand stage
and an even grander life.
Copyright © Natala Orobello | Year Posted 2013
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