Sharing Personal History One Life at a Time
Drawn out and away
What I mean to say
Entangled in your web.
I cannot find a way
Impediments filter true feeling
Across a sky so gray.
Mockingbirds
Listen and learn
Perhaps a lesson lingers here.
Sound is merely a sound
Until it collects and comes together
To make music only we can hear.
“Harmony is key,” she said.
That’s where the truth is at.
Thoughtless dribble
Filter out the noise
Calamity toils and turns
Spinning wheels
A reverent hum
The making of political war.
Endless notifiers
Drowning lives
Seek to clarify positions left and right
Swirled into a brazen tornado
A never ending fight.
Choose me…..
Choose you…..
Such yucky goo.
Surely there must be light in the end.
If I could rearrange the scene
And paint the background gray
Then spin around three dozen times
It might make sense today.
But as it is
It’s drawn and tattered
A small rip at the seam
I swear I almost bumped my head
Against the ceiling beam.
For dreams are laid on golden paths
At least that’s what they say
No matter
I’ll just take my time
And see where my dreams lay.
No footsteps sound
Only rock and trees
Mixed with rhododendron
Delicate pink and white everywhere
The path deeper and darker
The mist so heavy
Clinging in my hair
The beckoning sound of water
Draws me near
Louder and louder
Opening to reveal your beauty
Nestled amongst the sunshine of God’s space
I will never forget you or this day!
We dance in the waves you and I
Marking time as our glances embrace
I see you
You’re beautiful when you smile.
When I look towards the sky
All of me reflected right back
Warmth radiates against my face
The quiet from beyond
Embracing
An invitation of sorts
To see clearly
All that I am
Shining through
All I knew and all I know
Never was true
Sometimes you gotta tap dance
Come back round for more
Before you take a few steps back
And finally close a door
Learned about another part
How I caused a broken heart
Now I’m sitting in those shoes
Guess I need to evaluate
Contemplate
Feel the sting
And apologize
Cause nothing beautiful can come forth from me
Until I know where my stockings are.
Sticky sweet
Mr. Urban
Delicious, melodic goodness
THE SPEED OF SOUND
Has found me
Flowing smoothly as your voice smiles
Over and over again
Fragile little me
Broken
Blurred vision across a cloudy smile
You
Everywhere
I miss you
Unraveled it cannot be undone
Dreaming
Your hand across mine
Woke
Shared moment with the beautiful sky
“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
Came to me
Happiness is not a person, place or thing.
It’s a feeling, a state of being
Choosing it
Fill me up.
We only get one
I’m so happy you were mine
The loss never fades
But remembrance is bliss
Hold you close to my heart
Always
Every day you are missed.
(Love you Mom)
