THE FALLEN SEED

This fallen seed is the hope of winter carrier of life in its death breath secreted in the frozen womb tomb concealing its rebirth. Mirth bides its time to spring Ringing bells peal the resurrection hymn Poems immortalize the glorious dawn when mourning veils are lifted. Afflicted hearts soar to the heavens Incense perfume the

SUMMER’S GIFT

Raindrops hang from the boughs they sit on the grass twinkling like Christmas lights The dry spell is over Earth celebrates the bequest Fall received from Summer – Roses will yield parting flowers Leaves will burst in wild colors before the Wind hums its plaintive tune that will lull its world to blessed slumber. Daily

YOUR EYES

Do we even see the same person? You see someone beautiful I see one beyond her prime (who kind of looks like a crone). You get mad that I disagree How can you belie those many eyes who have judged her face her person to be less than perfect? She carried the sting of many

LEAF ON A GRAVESTONE (52 Weeks Photo Challenge)

“But lay up to yourselves treasures in heaven: where neither the rust nor moth doth consume, and where thieves do not break through, nor steal. For where thy treasure is, there is thy heart also.” ~ Mt. 6: 20-21 My hands only holds so much The rest fall through the cracks Lost to time, memory,

I AM (a Quadrille)

I am sunshine I am rain I am laughter I am pain I am contradiction walking between heaven and hell. I am my cross I am my gift I am the oppressor I fight to be free. I am hard won victory over me. **** A self-portrait Quadrille for DVerse

I LOVE YOU

I love you I am flawed my love is But I love you and for the love of you I try to be a better me I fall short Your love covers my faults.   DVerse:  Part IV has us writing a poem with 140 characters all less, just enough for a tweet.  

MOMENTS (for WPC: DETAILS)

To My Sons If I could sear in my memory every second of your life I would. Then I will be able to tell you every little detail that will make you smile in their remembrance – how you cried the first time you beheld a world outside the womb the day your coos turned

SOLITUDE

The clouds paint a story The trees whisper secrets I ponder What do they say? In solitude I keep silent So I can listen. ~~~~ I’ve been enjoying taking pictures with my (Honor) phone lately.  This is one of them.  I’ve been posting most of them in Instagram. Do drop by when you have a

DESPAIR

November and falling leaves make me sad.  Somehow, they always make me think of endings, which I generally do not want, unless, of course, it is an ending to something unpleasant.  Last November, the general sadness was heightened by pregnancy hormones.  At that time, I felt I lost interest in everything as most of my

CORINTHIAN COLUMNS (WPC: ORNATE)

  One of the buildings that made an impression on me when my family and I visited Albany, NY was the Department of Education Building.  It was a long, relatively low building that appeared to be help up high by a long row of the most ornate of Greek columns, the Corinthian Column. Below is