Her soul needed refreshing
she returned to the sea
when the waves came, her troubles leave
her hair played with the wind
her smile swept across her face
she felt the universe give back her grace
early morning from darkness to light
rise into colors of orange, pink, reds
she nodded and watched, no words said
Her soul needed refreshing
she returns always to the sea
where the waves come, her troubles leave
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An hour of time,
a lifetime,
a pause,
a moment,
a second,
memories
measured,
by who
remembers
the times…
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Her face, was like a road map of all special places,
her eyes the ocean of knowledge and strength.
Yes, her words spilled out of time, joy and sorrow
asking for someone to listen, love and remember; she was here.
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3:00 a.m., the whistle blows hauntingly through a thick still night.
I thought, how it is a reassuring sound from the past to the present,
Makes everything seem normal or at least safe as normal should feel.
The darkness allows you to pretend the sound is being made fr
om anytime.
Time of the little brick house with wasp escaping through the stone fireplace.
Or, an infant crying to be fed and nurtured back to sleep.
Or, the present time, the darkness allowed my thoughts to travel.
The sound allowed my mind to go on into the memories of any time before.
Sounding one last time, it disappears into nothingness and all is quiet.
Just the darkness. left from minutes past 3:00 a.m.
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Before the pain,
there was laughter
sharing of wits
the morning after
before the pain
there were smiles
all night conversations
lingering for a while
before the pain
she felt safe to know
he was there
they would grow
before the pain
all was everything
no needs
before the pain
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That four poster bed and me at the foot…
was the beginnings of beginnings
and the irony it took.
My Mother’s plight to come back home,
when our Father’s fights,
were all we had known.
Grandparents adjusting
and opening their doors,
no one needed to sleep on the floor.
The nights we laid, kittens in bed,
me at the foot,
as they snuggled at the head.
Quilts laid busy acoss us just right,
four poster jammed,
with three quite a sight.
As we grew older and given each a bed,
I will never forget the four poster bed,
me at the foot and they at the head.
I wonder in life when all things askew
and the trials I endured
whether old or renewed.
If being at the foot of this bed
gave me the will to survive,
in keeping my head.
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circles and rhytmns
time pushes out
round and round
decays of lies
placed in forgotten
rings of covered maskings
and the circles and rhythms
continue on,
growing into to a stump
to cut into history
rediscovering it still
exist…
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Rushing
towards me in rhythm
pushing, pulling in tides
of undertow and strong currents.
I rest, for the tides of my soul
are brought into the life of the sea.
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Opening day, it’s now time to play, the game found in cornfields and parks.
American way, a game that will stay, the home run you want before dark.
Hammering’ Hank, Mickey, the Yankee Clipper, Smokey Joe, and all the greats,
brings every little boy hopes and dreams as he enters for the first time their gates.
DiMaggio and Galvin echoes at the bat as America starts the baseball season’s fun.
Major Leagues, Minors, town teams and little leagues all strive for the famous home run.
A moment of summer in sweltering heat, the sun changes position at your back,
Let’s cheer our team and share a time of America with peanuts in a paper sack.
One, Two, Three Strikes “You’re Out”,they yell as another approaches the bat.
Root toot, toot for the home team, as the dust cloud forms at the mat…
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The crystal clings. with toast of things, remembered from the year.
The wine pours red and we nod our head to loved ones, we hold dear.
A kiss held softly an embrace held tightly, all to say, ‘I love you.’
The moment of kindness of auld lang syne, with feelings of old and new.
Embrace the old man who now lifts his staff among the stars of time…
We pray to the mystery of luck and fortune let’s sing to auld lang syne.
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