Welcome to my poetry section! I go through phases when they just emerge from my pen unbidden, often an expression of my feelings. Some of these are cute, some are less than 'sunshiny', some are the expressions of what I was feeling at the time that I wrote them. Sometimes they're "no holds barred", but better to write the feelings out in a safe outlet than to have a nervous breakdown! I'd rather write than send my nerves into another state of oblivion. We all need those releases at times and my expressions are either through my written word or my artwork.
Can you see the sunshine
And smile with me at it?
Can you remember the laughter
And fun in the sun?
Do you believe in the magic
And its possibilities and promises?
Do you believe in trusting
And faith when you’re scared?
Will you look and see my hand
That’s reached out across time?
Will you have the courage
To trust what your heart knows?
I can see the sunshine shining through
No matter the dark clouds.
I can see the magic
The magic of love.
For I believe in the sunshine
The magic and love...
And no matter what else there is
It’s as simple as that.
Granite Wall
Thoughts and promises
None spoken and none kept
Unmoving and inflexible
Reminders of the granite wall
Alas, the granite crumbles and weakens
As time passes on
The sturdy and unfailing strength
And the wolf warrior stands alone
The eagle soars silently overhead
Watching the world below
To be above it but lost beyond it
Aloofly separating self to be alone
Within the walls beneath the feathers
Beside the wolf and warrior
Swirls the wind, teasing, enticing, pleading
Touching with dreams and promises granted
If you dare.
Wispy Silence
It snuck in silently
Between words and laughter
The wisps wove their streams
Winding its way through ordinary scenes
Flirting on the edge of shadows
Daring the light to shine
Intangible, invisible, impossible
Only if those didn’t believe
A touch here, a whisper there
Denial and questions abound
The golden fortress tilts
And steadies itself, invincible again
Like dust in the wind the air moves
Streams gurgle unceasingly
Unmoved as the wisps and whispers
Silently flowed on
Empty Words
Go away I said
But it came back
It keeps coming back
The nightmare
That dark shadow of the night
The sunshine seems like a distant memory
It seems so shadowy
And it’s the dark shadow
Which is so real
It feels like nothingness
Empty words I hear
It sucks to be you, small comfort
It’s not them, I Am Me
And it sucks my life into oblivion
Imsorryhangintheredontgiveup
Words echo in my mind
What do they really mean anyway?
The sunshine seems like a distant memory
I hold fast to a very thin rope
Grateful for its presence otherwise I fall
Ghostly Shadows
Ghostly shadows
A soul’s remembrance
Eons beyond time endearment spoken
Tapestries that tell the stories
Secrets behind the walls
A lover’s embrace
And the mists of the shadows return
Still – I remember
From where or when
I do not know
Only the promise remains
The warrior is gone
Faded and blended away
Only the ghostly shadows remain
Lifesavers
Another tread this path before me
A light here besides me
Twin beacons of lighthouses
Are all that there is to steer by
In the darkness of the night
It is dark, shadowed and hopeless
But for these beams I’d fall
Small things to be grateful for
Not oblivion of the true sort
But just that which ticks by time
Perhaps tomorrow the net is there
Maybe faith clears the vision
Crystal eyes may shine again
Hands reaching in the darkness
Are the lifesavers of the dawn
Whirling
It never stops
Whirls twirls up-down
Round and round down-side
Upside outside
In
Where?
Out there
Empty box
Open the lid
Let the dark out
Outside in
Down and up
Out and in
Twisting twirling
Which way is out
Or in
No way yes way
All ways
Or none
Phoenix's Ashes
Out of crashes and burns
The ashes are left
It’s final, over, remnants of the old
Resurrection is not possible
Pipe dreams are gone and nothing remains
What is left but the ashes
A myth?
Can there be a rebirth?
No, not rebirth but reforming
To a new beginning from the symbol
Of a fiery glowing airborne phoenix
She comes alive to remind me that its never done
What hearkens the majestic glimmers
Of a thought on the wind?
A word or two – a stirring of senses
A stirring of hope, faith, new meanings
Unarmed perhaps but for a young wise old soul
Complement to mine in more ways than I knew
There are still tooth fairies, Easter bunnies
And yes Virginia there’s a Santa Claus
Who am I to say that these beings
Don’t exist but in an altered universe?
But inspirations are timeless
In every reality heroes are everywhere
It Hurts
It hurts
No I’m not making it pretty
Sunshiny or nice
Not to salve your ego
At the expense of mine
What’s ego anyway?
Sometimes life hurts
Really in a big hairy dark spider way
Catches you in its webs
Makes you a prisoner of your feelings
Whether imagined or real
Does it really matter?
Life Deck
Life deals its hands
Sometimes it’s a royal flush
Other times it’s less substantial than sand
Despair and frustration
The shadows from the hand of life
Lurk far closer than comfort wants
Light peeks through – a smile
A word of encouragement
Quickly, briefly the sunbeam peeks in
Gray clouds storm the horizon
Which darkens inexorably
As the black night descends again
