Soul Murmurings

"Daisy chains of time... were they meant to be broken... or were they meant to hold us together, strong and united... never alone... fastly bound by mutual agreement... forever friends."

There is a humming
Deep within my soul
That resists my name
Of old
 
There is a grassy
Blanket smell of dank
Cancelling out
The cold
 
Against my back
The earth revolves
And I exist
I’m told
 
Cloud Angels gather
Tending, then fleeing
Swift glitterings
Of gold
 
Centered daisies wee
At grassy forest intervals
Never far
Never alone
 
My friend weaves sweet
Of these, a fairy coronet
To encircle the mane
Of one
 
I know these crowns well
Brown leaves cling to my hair
Reminders of my sojourns’
Song unsung
 
Yesterday the tune was joy
On lyrical journeys afar
Yet my gown is ever-pressed between
Two stone
 
Grains of here and now
The home I long for, still
While drops times turning orb
Of sun.
 
© June 5 2011

SPIRIT OF THE SEASON

A little fearlessness...can carry one a very long way.

 
Neither the white
blonde hair
Nor the
Zebra-striped
sweater
Over a mini
Mini-skirt
Distinguish
her
From the others.
Nor is it
her walk –
A stride so springy
Thin legs threaten to run
Nor is it her eyes –
Eyes sparkling so
you feel the energy
in passing
So much that it
steals your breath
for a heart beat.
And you marvel
at a woman of
sixty-something
To find
yourself
Longing
for just a little of
Her
Fearlessness.
(c) 1997