Poetry 2015
Sunday July 12, 2015
Old Friends
Dusty,
they emerge from the box
Resurrected.
So much knowledge and sustenance
in my days of trial,
Hidden from the world for too
long.
It was like Christmas,
seeing each book again,
remembering how it healed me,
fed my soul with insight and
light.
If people knew the value in these
treasures,
they would have to be locked in a
strong box.
Not material worth which is
fool’s gold,
but spiritual wealth,
which is priceless.
Seagulls at Summer Solstice
Seagulls are God’s angels,
circling the earth.
Today there were many
passing through the sky
on cleansing missions.
They gathered and flew in a giant
oval,
against the crystal blue,
creating a healing vortex
for our ailing planet.
Whenever I see a seagull,
I feel comfort from the heavens.
A
peace envelops my soul,
knowing they can defy
gravitational pulls earth creates.
They ride the wind currents,
glide without effort,
swallow up debris humans create.
Transmute it into new life.
Why We Keep Horses
They stand as sentinels shining
in the sun,
the curves of their muscles streamlined
for speed.
They bring a calm as they graze in
the pastoral pasture,
a simple reverie that soothes our souls.
They are patient and kind,
help us simplify,
don’t require much,
just a few pats on the head,
a cheerful hello,
some hay.
They have existed for eons,
much longer than we humans.
They have been our horse power
through long journeys, wars, mail, and stagecoaches.
Now they are just our large pets.
We don’t ride anymore.
We love,groom,and brush them,
Trim their long roped manes,
Curry their soft satin fur.
Somehow they know when we are in
trouble
and heal us with their strength.
Just by standing in their
presence
we feel better.
They still give back
with their horsepower.
Spirit Swings
The swings would sway gently
but empty in the breeze
Yet sometimes I felt little souls
in those swings
come for a pre-visit to see
grandma
I’d been waiting a long time
for those sweet but strong
heroines
to arrive.
Lots of strong heroic grandsons
paved the way,
would watch over,
protect them
as they grew.
I knew they would be here soon
and could hardly wait!
Face book Follies
Let it all hang out
Give every sorted detail of your
personal life
Nothing sacred
Make political stands that
alienate your friends
Your family
Divide the country with political
rants
Hide behind a screen spewing
venom
Cause division
Hatred
Abuse family and friends
Show off vices, drinking, tatts, dark sides of character
Teenagers
Threaten and bully
Cause someone to commit suicide
with cruel words
Cat fish and lie
Stalk and spy
Gross people out with obscene
Pictures of man’s cruelty
To animals
Or each other
Use filth and foul
Sociopaths on the prowl
Definitely the wrong ways to use face
book
Face book
Friend or foe?
You decide
Another Mother
She was always looking for a another mother
Adopted other women throughout
her life
Never could really attach to me
Her real mom
All the others cuddlers
She was aloof even as a baby
She withheld her love
Held me hostage
At times some warmth would seep
through
Only to be replaced by a wall of
hostility
Why this child always kept me at
arms length
I don’t understand
The pain stabs my heart because I
loved her
And birthed her
CruelTies
Why the ones supposed to love us
carve the deepest wounds?
Block and isolate us
Cold, cruel, and impenetrable
How can they be our kin?
The ones we nurtured, fed, and
cuddled
in their swaddled newness
The ones we guided, fed, and
clothed
Encouraged, cheered on, and
coached
At dance recitals, reflection
contests,
Elections and prestigious awards
Return our love with silence
Refuse relationships with our
grandchildren
Hold them hostage
from our love and support
Their stubbornness and
unwillingness to forgive
More important than their
children
God sees their child abuse,
parent abuse
Grandparent abuse
One day there will be a reckoning
