THE TALKING TREE

Chapter 1
I once met a talking tree
As I walked by
He said hello to me
His voice was deep
More like a Bellow
And he swayed his limbs
Like a curious fellow
I tried to look him in the eye
But I couldn’t jump that high
So I looked up and I gave a wave
And he looked down and
Bellowed again
When I turned to walk away
A child pointed to me, to say
That crazy woman’s talking to the tree
Me oh my, oh me, oh me!
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A GOOD WOMAN

A good woman 
is hard to find
A good woman is one 
who knows her own mind
She is not just 
a pretty face
This woman exudes 
a simple timeless grace
Her self reliance
Won’t be denied 
And her humble 
demeanor 
Will leave you 
stupefied 
She works hard each day 
with no regrets
And every challenge 
Is promptly met
With omnipotent eyes
She exposes your truth
As layers of lies 
Come falling uncouth 
Deliberately you try 
To not give a damn
But with caring eyes
She offers her hand
She loves to love 
With all her might
To make others happy
Brings her delight
She draws you in 
With her sincere smile 
And keeps your attention
Because that’s her style
She is not perfect 
she will admit
And she can fall to pieces 
bit by bit
She is a good woman
Most people will swear
But to her uninterested husband 
She is merely just fair
 

TRANSITION

I am a butterfly

Extending my wings 

 

Each experience new
And exciting 
Various colors mingle
And fresh new scents
Capture my imagination 
And tantalize my senses
Fascinated by
interlaced threads
I’ve never seen before
I become distracted
Suddenly
Piercing pain
Freezes my body
And fear grips me
I can do nothing
As eight creepy legs
Grab hold of me
And I am spun 
In the same sticky 
Thread that initially
Caught my eye
The spider works 
Intensely, and 
effectively 
Incarcerated me
In his web
What did I do
To this creature
That he should 
Take my freedom?
There was a time
I surrendered 
To building my
Own cocoon
Perhaps this is a 
New Beginning 
And I will emerge 
More magnificent 
Than ever 
 

I write

The Reality of Loss

The reality, sinks in
languidly, achingly

You feel stuck in quicksand

Slowly, inevitability
you are swallowed up
by pain, sorrow
loneliness

Everything, everyone seems different
When people speak to you,
you struggle to comprehend.

Your mind, your heart
struggle to absorb the trauma
that struck you without warning

It damages you physically,
Personally, unapologetically

You try, but can’t
escape the nightmare
that’s taken over
your life

When loneliness sets in,
you aren’t able to reach out
You can’t meet the looks
of pity that follow you,
words, meant as whispers,
singe your ears

On rare occasions
when you feel comforted,
you find it’s never enough

How, you wonder,
will I ever survive this?

There is no set time
No magical cure
Loss is as hollow
as it sounds

More hurtful than one
might imagine,
a defect of this world,
an imposition on our happiness.

A jolt to our humanity,
it wills us to make uncomfortable,
unfamiliar changes

It forces us to face
what we’d rather
not face

Unfortunately without loss,
we’d never discern how much
we’ve gained

Nor appreciate how much
we have to lose

Perhaps, it’s the only way
we, as imperfect mortals
can fulfill our amazing, natural
spiritual being

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Madness

When sadness
turns into a rage
And justice fails
To assuage
Madness isn’t
Far behind

As opinions clash
And actions
become rash
Understanding
Loses meaning

The hate will seep
As innocents weep
And madness
Is created

When the line
Gets Crossed
And peace
is lost
The flames
will burn
Cars overturned
And Madness soon
takes over

Blood is spilled
More spirits killed
And the good become
The evil

The devil smiles
All the while
As madness
Spreads like
Wild fire

The heavens mourn
And angels scorn
As evil begets evil

A mothers cry
An anguished sigh
As madness rules
Over reason

No justice is
Served
In riotous verve
And even
the dead
Will turn

There is
No reprieve
From the hatred
and grief
When madness
Rules our world

Please give me
Your hand
My hearts
On my sleeve
Your hurting
The innocent
Too

This madness
Must stop
Afore more
Evil
Is
Wrought

Why can’t
We just
Forgive?

LONG GONE

I am not a veteran.
My dad was a veteran, as well as several of my family members and friends. This is my way to pay tribute to veterans, albeit insufficient.

LONG GONE

The innocence
of my youth
Is
Long gone

For I have
Seen
Too much

Lost more
Than I can
Ever
Recover

You say
“Thank You
For your service
To this land of
The free”

And yet
My freedom
Is amiss

The painful
Memories
Hold me
Hostage

My mind
Is not
Free

Your words
Though well
Intentioned

Take me to
Another place
Another time

I am reminded
Of war
And loss

I am
Surrounded
By uncertainty

I fear
I am a
Stranger
In this land
I call home

I have
Changed
In ways

I can
Not
Comprehend

I am
Proud
Of my
Service

And yet
There is
Sorrow
And pain

The scars
I bear
Run deep

Only my
Comrades
Can understand

But they too
Are
Long Gone
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Beauty reflects Beauty

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I took this on one of our fishing trips to San Carlos Lake in southeastern Arizona.

Time for the dream

Laying back
With a smile
On my face
I know the dream
Is near

My mind
Overflows
With images

And my
Heart dances
With
Anticipation

Magnetized
I am
Drawn
In

With a
Gentle
Flame
It singes
My core

The vessels
Of my being
Drown in
Hope

Yes I am
A daydreamer
The one
With a silly grin
On her face

I know
They don’t
Understand
How could
They comprehend?

It matters not
For
In my heart
And
In my eyes
My dream
Is coming true

I will not
Stop believing

Let them
Laugh

I will continue
To dream
To imagine
To live

Like a seed
That roots in
and
Grows into
A blooming
Flower

I will fill
This world
With the color
And aroma
Of my dream

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Heart Matters

Beating to a
Beautiful
Rhythm

Propelling
Life
Throughout

Blood and
Oxygen
Mix perfectly

Nourishing
And providing
Wellness

Disregarded
By it’s
Owner

It is
Unwittingly
Sabotaged

But
It
Wonderfully
Beats

Through love
And hate

It
Amazingly
Beats

Eventually
Time
And neglect

Suffocates
It’s
Perfect
System

Slowly
it becomes
weak

At times
It convulses

The beat
Loses
It’s rhythm

The body
Is suddenly
Aware

That
Something
Is
Terribly
Wrong

Too late
Attempts
Are made

To save this
Magnificent
Creation

Despite
Best efforts

And expert
Knowledge

The beat
Stops

The
Miraculous
Heart
Has fulfilled
It’s purpose

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