Out for a walk last week I discovered a place that brought a smile as I remembered….
Wandered upon whimsy
Moss, stones, tumbled chimney
Forgotten garden child
Flower strewn, laughter wild
Unabashed joy rises
Muddy footed, blue eyed
Wind beckoned, dreams chased
Memory’s breath, heart traced.
ls/ July 21 2019
A new poem and photo – results of puddle not navel gazing.
Unnoticed in the ordinary
Perspective is peculiarly
Nurtured amidst intentioned pauses
Asymmetry ‘s reimagined laws.
I am loathe to attribute my limited perspective as fact to circumstances and situations that were mired in half truths and hopeful lies. This week’s poem is titled Fumbled and can be found in Dark Road, now available on Amazon.
Fumbled in our darkness
Fumbled in our dreams
Bitter taste of failing
Try and try again
To be less, more, something in between
Until broken, love diminished, grief
Futility, missteps, angst
We stood no chance
Fumbled in our darkness
Fumbled to be free.
ThIs poem is not from Dark Road, but comes from a place that inspires me. Perhaps today I longed for Baja waves and my besties and the lyricism of Spanish.
Sirena dreams sea and stone
Wanderer, heart alone
Sings refrain of ocean tides
Time space divides
Righted wrongs, wronged rights
Questions waves incite
Duality caught between
Tender smile, cruel screams
Bound by choice, where none exists
Imagined sorrow’s kiss
Pearl born from the mundane
Stares upon reflection changed
Sirena sueña mar y piedra
Vagabundo, solo corazón
Canta estribillo de mareas oceánicas
El tiempo se divide
Malos derechos, derechos injuriados
Preguntas que incitan las ondas
Dualidad atrapada entre
Sonrisa tierna, gritos crueles
Limitado por elección, donde no exista
El beso del dolor imaginado
Perla nacida de lo mundano
Miradas fijas sobre reflexión cambiadas
I can’t remember which came first the picture or the poem. Perhaps it is of no importance. Here is this week’s selection from Dark Road, a collection of poems by yours truly, now available on Amazon. Thanks for taking a moment to muse.
taste of uncertainty
wind rustles through the trees
leaves fall on my beliefs
stillness waits, shadows grieve
I let go to be free
A sleepless night spent at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere as we traversed across the prairies…..
Prairie guardians, flightless steel
Landscape stretches surreal
Cries of hunter’s, captives caged
Time falls upon the strange
Scent of yellow fields fill
Vastness stretches until
We are lost, we are found
Wheels turn, road stretches on.
Another offering from “Dark Road”, my 1st collection of poetry. Here’s to detours, being lost, discoveries and trusting your own voice wherever the journey and the pen leads.
Waiting for the ordinary
on a Tuesday in May, barely
warm enough for the cotton dress
blue striped, clings to her swelling breasts;
the world passes aquamarine eyes
and in that moment, she decides
stirs her tea, sips in contentment
perfume of lilacs is sweetest
as you turn from Oak onto Main
every breath is never the same.