No Words
i have no words
i have you
My poetry
speak silent
i have no words
earth softens
as you step
my golden
i have no words
your whispers reflects
What I try to say
but cannot
Red Sky
Darkness has gone
Brittle broken bare
Flashes of memories
Fond red painful
Blood splattered
Under the Sun’s watch
Still there
new
New
a return to the fresh green
Beating red
through the veins
of my nature
Resurrection
true feelings deep
emerge
cant wait to
Unwrap new gifts
of familiar
Warm love
exciting.
Cellophane Spectacles
She watches through
Cellophane spectacles
A world of beauty
Unrecognizable forms
A rain came
Washed sweet
From her taste
Chasing vanilla rainbows
And paisley tears
Disappeared
Did she
Into the red moon
Night
I found her
Cellophane spectacles
In the pillow
Behind my rainbow
Eyes
The Dangers of Riding Roller-coasters and Listening to Sad Music … Not Necessarily at the Same Time.
Yes, yes, I know. A blog is usually meant to be kept up on a more frequent basis. I am slacking. I’m a slacker. Guilty as pegged. I offer no excuses. None are required. It happens. That’s it. Downish week = no bloggishness. (..yeah, I don’t think those words are in the dictionary either and no, they’re not grammatically correct, so those of you with little inner Grammar Nazis can just cool down).
It’s been a low week. By that, I don’t mean I’ve been sitting on the floor, or that the weather air pressure is unpleasant, or that we’ve had tire problems with our van, or that my blood pressure is down, …. although it is, actually, but that’s normal for me. I rather enjoy it sometimes when it scares the bejeezoos out of nurses and new interns who have never met me before. I have to fight to…
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Swimming
We are all filledWith billions
Of tiny stars
Swimming
In our purest
Form
Of the conception
Of life
Beginning again
With every moment
Any movement
A gentle
Single touch
Has these stars
Swirling
Stealing from our
Welcome heart
Is why it
Skips
A
Beat
“Three Generations” #amwriting #poetry #poem #ThankfulTuesday
Amazing!!❤️ TY Aspen!❤️☀️🎶
Generations~
Most think of separation.
Differences
References
Changes
Instead~of the ranges.
A perspective and view
Not just old news, but
Funny hairstyles
And hard-fought miles.
Dreams tossed aside
Rather than the courage to stand beside.
Those that were born~
As they lay to rest those before & mourned.
A circle, a pattern, a face
Look in the mirror, it will never be erased.
Generations~hand in hand~
Squeeze life & risk to stand~
Side by side as you face the sun
Giggle & discover how to have fun.
Age does not measure~
The person next to you,
For remember this moment~
Oh yes, they are a most rare treasure.
Know~Time is but a joke~
Man made~
One day~ ‘Pull off its cloak’.
~
Listen to their songs
All of your notes will belong.
Sit & hear the stories
Of their truths, lies, hopes, and glories.
Those wrinkled hands cradled you at…
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