LET MUSIC BE

Touch the music gently. Let the notes descend like mist Crowning a blossom with dewdrops wary of bending a petal with its weight Let music rest like a feather On a bed of tender bluets Each a complement to the other’s spirit Let the melody whisper its own sweet words Touching the heart like a

PATIENCE

See in the caterpillar the butterfly it becomes. See hope wash away despondence. Let children be children becoming their calling. Who’s served when pupae are pushed out of their chrysalis to fly? Grace comes neither too early nor too late but just in time.   ~~~ Linking with DVERSE’s Quadrille prompt.  Kim wants us to

FLOWERS ARE POEMS

My words refuse to be written or said. They disappear as soon as I try to trap them on paper. I cry that I have no poem to capture the beauty, both seen and unseen. Then I saw the flowers  blooming and  I knew where  words have been  nestling. I am sad to learn that

SHE

  Stars behold the wonder of her daughter of the seen and unseen of the finite and the timeless Yet naked eyes see only what sight would allow – the form and the lines that make her appearance, an organic shape that becomes what perception makes. She’s beautiful she’s plain, she’s charming, she’s mean –

OLD SHOES

These shoes are a pair of grumpy old men forced to be together They could never agree yet could not live without the other. One mocks the other for the way it stinks The other condescends on his company’s scuffs and kinks. Each one thinks himself to be superior than his mate giving each other

CHOICES

Between heaven and hell choices lie shadow or light they clutter the heart cannot decide shadows hover light is dark hell is heaven to the blind what to choose what to choose can the heart see the path obscured wanting what feels good how easy to just draw heaven or hell as desired in the

FOXGLOVE (for Travel Theme: Fresh)

Pockets full of dreams wrapped around the hands shield against the sting of a broken heart. When I took these photos, the Foxgloves (also known as Digitalis) just bloomed.  The first photo was extra fresh because it was taken just after a rain.  The second one was taken in the afternoon when the sun was

I AM AFRAID

I am afraid to ask for faith I know I will be tested with doubts. I am afraid to ask for hope I know I will soon be in despair’s clutch. I am afraid to ask for love I know thorns will pierce my heart. No sooner have I thought my faith is strong my

YOUR LOVE

  Your love makes me soar like a helium-filled balloon Then  I hop among the clouds see forever from the moon until my joy overflows and I explode into a million stars. ~~~ This was written for one of the prompts from the 2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge.  Somehow, my muse took a vacation and

MID-SPRING

The dandelions are gone they are but dreams sailing the skies While the birds are behind the new leaves singing their lullabies. The sun stays a little longer before it goes to rest to wait for the ripening buds to reveal their perfumed secrets. The vegetables are in the garden praying for more rain the