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Fall Love |
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It is morning I see as I open my eyes |
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Brilliant sun and sea blue sky |
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I'm feeling cozy, warm, content |
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Having slept all night, rest sent |
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I'm so happy, giddy, and gay |
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What was it that made me feel this way. |
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I remember , I recall with a smile |
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A love has come after such a long while |
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I can scarcely believe it, this heavenly gift |
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Has caused all my shadows to lift |
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From day to day plodding along |
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To those filled with my heart's song. |
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He came to me in the September of my life |
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Healed my wounds, wiped way my tears |
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Gave me a sense of life renewed |
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Everything I saw from a new view. |
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He soothed , reassured, was tender and strong |
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He was what I had needed all along |
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Gave to me a sense of who I really was |
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Valuable, lovely, wanted because |
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I could return his gift in kind |
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Achieving for both new peace of mind. |
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So we talked, walked, and discovered that we |
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Liked so many things mutually |
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The sea, the sunset, a quiet retreat, |
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A cabin in the woods, a picnic, a song |
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Both of us had waited so long. |
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Light hearted laughter, conversations without reservations |
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Old history packed carefully away |
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Concentrated instead to build anew each day |
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Our life. our love, our togetherness, |
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We surely felt heaven blessed. |
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Every day now, a grand new adventure |
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Exploring each other , without censure |
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The joys of life, both big and small |
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We decided we would try them all. |
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I know now why I feel content, giddy and gay |
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My love lies here waiting to play |
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To show me his love and sing me a tune |
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My September of life has turned into June. |
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Hidden Within |
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Complex layers--outer, inner, many or few |
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Reveal what is hidden, kept from view |
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When pealed away with the greatest care |
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We can at last see the person there. |
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Alert, listening, trying to discern |
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With great patience about this person we may learn. |
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Frequent humorous, witty remarks |
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Spoken as it they were only a lark |
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Bitter words revealing pain, disappointment, regret |
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For episodes in life they would prefer to forget |
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Worldly pronouncements proclaiming a cause |
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Give us reason to stop, to think. to pause |
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Soaring imagination demonstrated with skillful words |
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And outstanding art |
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Set this unique person apart |
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Adding a charming interjection, manners...total perfection |
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Generosity unbounded gifts of love-astounding |
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Energy and effort always rebounding |
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Memories of golden sun or silver moon |
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Birds in flight bring forth the tune |
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Orchestrating yet again the creative nature blending the two |
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A child like joy resides within |
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Helping shape the older muse |
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Life becomes richer for you and for me |
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When, at last, the real person we see |
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Wondrous, remarkable, and so rare |
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Hidden beneath the layers, deserving loving care. |
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Manual Anxiety |
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It is so new. so complex. so frustrating |
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Lying in wait, ambushing, attacking |
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Directions, technicalities, subtitles, side bars |
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Lending to its abilities to give minds a jar! |
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Eureka! You think, I can do this in a blink! |
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Bravely, tomes of manuals, mouse in hand |
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Click! |
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Nothing..... |
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Sensible, you research, reread, rethink |
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Following a myriad of steps |
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Plodding methodically on. |
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I can do this! I will! I must! |
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Heartbeat rapid, eyes piercing, alert |
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With the mouse give a click |
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Nothing..... |
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Head in hands, dread invading, wondering |
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What went wrong |
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This was to be easy, a breeze, a song! |
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How can I not comprehend, file, |
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And compute in my brain |
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All these directions, a plethora, inane? |
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Once more into the fray I went |
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Following steps someone else had set |
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Carefully, cautiously, I obeyed each one |
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and click! |
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Nothing.... |
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Now why is it , I must wonder |
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Are manuals written to assure blunder |
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To raise blood pressure , to cause me to curse |
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This modern wonder of the universe? |
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Computers! |
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Manuals! |
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Click! |
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Nothing! |
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Reflection |
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Peace and quiet, so hard to find |
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A silent place to rest your mind |
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To give you ease, to let you sort |
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Excess of facts, plans to abort |
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Keeping within the sweetest of thoughts |
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Storing away memories that can't be bought |
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Flashes of pain and sorrow washed away |
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Filtered with the clarity of the day |
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Reorganize, revamp, renew, restore |
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Like a fresh sea breeze sweeps the shore |
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Lifting away foggy scenes |
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Helping to see what life really means |
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To add to your joy in love and work |
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Leaving outside useless quirks |
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Peace and quiet, so hard to find |
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But an absolute necessity for a clear mind. |
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The Gift for my dad 1999 |
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Heavy, so heavy my eyes flutter closed |
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Nothing reaches them nor my ears, nor my nose |
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Drifting into a landscape, unfamiliar, unknown |
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Quietly, quietly I follow the path guiding me there..... |
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Peaceful, empty, but oh.....so silent. |
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Why does this disturb me so, this darkened abyss, this nothingness? |
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Where did my pride go for a day's work done? |
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Where is the joy at the birth of my son? |
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Is that mother's cookies, my fragrant treat? |
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Is that the music I danced to all night? |
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Where is the woman I adored with all my might? |
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But wait..... |
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Who is that crying in broad daylight? |
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Whose steps come shuffling down the hall? |
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What is lapping wet kisses on this old face? |
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Look at it wiggle and waggle for me! |
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Where do I recall this childlike joy, this loving gift in my memory? |
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Wide open my eyes become..... |
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I recall you from when I was young! |
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A squirming puppy, yipping at me! |
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Come.....let's love, let's play! |
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I will help you remember....yesterdays. |
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The Journey |
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Like the first frigid drops of ice melt |
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high in the peaks of the mountains. |
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Unseen, unheard, untouched |
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One tiny drop began its journey-- |
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So began my love for you. |
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Tiny drops trickled down , joined by |
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so many others slowly gaining force |
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Seeping , softening, warming |
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Urging me to follow-- |
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So began my knowing you. |
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Layers disappearing beneath the springtime sun |
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Revealing, invigorating. strengthening |
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Becoming clear and sure-- |
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So began my trust in you. |
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As a stream becomes a force racing down the slopes |
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Carving, shaping everything it reaches, |
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Making pictures , singing music, inspiring dreaming-- |
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So you became my sun, my warmth |
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Opening my frozen heart. |
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The Patient in the Hall |
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My bones are aching, stiff and cold |
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Muscles angrily knotting |
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Spasming with knifing pain |
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Will I never be warm again? |
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How did the night become so long? |
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Where in space did I lose the song? |
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Sweet memories drift to me still..... |
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Am I ill? Am I ill? |
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Dark curtains sliding away |
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A swooshing sound reveals the day |
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Sharp shards of light coming my way. |
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Uncaring hands reach for me |
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Carelessly performing dull routine |
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To keep me clean, to keep me fresh. |
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Why then do I feel such unrest? |
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My thoughts a jumble tumbling 'round |
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Voices in the hall, strange sounds |
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Indistinct, unrelated, they form a wall |
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Such cacophony! |
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Now I sense a different touch |
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Providing nourishment to keep me trapped. |
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Will I ever find my way back? |
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Silent tears slide down my cheeks |
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No one has come for many weeks |
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To see if I am still alive |
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To find a place that I must hide |
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In this strange haunting domain. |
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Must I stay? Must I remain? |
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Is there anyone who hears me shout? |
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Let me out! Let me out! |
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I try to send my thoughts so clearly. |
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Where are those who loved me dearly? |
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Can't you hear me? Don't you care? |
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Listen to me.....Listen to me..... |
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Through the Window |
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Standing still by the kitchen sink, window open, I was too weary to think |
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As out upon my backyard my eyes wandered. |
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The maple tree, so many years old, dressed in cooling green leaves |
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Providing shade, a bird's place to nest, whispering in the breeze |
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The sky blue like a robin's egg with fluffy cloud pictures drifting by |
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The sun so bright, so gold, it almost hurt my eyes. |
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Bird songs reached my senses next trilling to announce their simple happiness |
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The creek's trickle over the rocks gaily went on its merry way. |
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Rejoice, rejoice they seemed to say |
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For you have been given another day. |
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Squirrels scampered and chattered at the feeder |
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Playing tag, you're it. |
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There is my cat, lazy and fat, tail swishing, eyes half mast |
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Snoozing in the heat. |
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A neighbor's dog is barking. |
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What critter does he seek? |
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Lilac scent drifted in along with apple blossoms down the path |
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Oh, look! I can see the baby ducks taking a bath. |
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The grass is greening, the bushes with flowers blooming. |
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There is life returning all around me. |
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Rejoice, rejoice they seem to say |
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For you have been granted another day. |
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Tempting smells from a neighbor's oven wafting in the air |
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Childrens' laughter and shouts declaring that they have no doubts, no cares, |
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A hum of a mower, a honk of a horn |
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All these reached me standing there at my window. |
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Rejoice, rejoice they seemed to say for you have been granted another day. |
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Another day to do your best. |
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Another day to face each test. |
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Another day to fill your heart. |
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Another day to love, rejoice for life is all around you. |
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Another day, oh, yes..... |
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Hope blooms like spring. |
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To a Task Born |
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Love and cherish-words whispered to me |
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While I float upon this warm, nourishing sea |
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Rocking gently to and for, |
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I take my cocoon wherever I go. |
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I hear the strong beating heart |
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Reassuring me, I will be part of her destiny |
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Loving sounds come to my ear |
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A softly spoken promise to stay ever near. |
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Guarding me while from a seed I do grow |
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Shaping, mapping all I will know |
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Bestowing on me the shape of my ears, the blue of my eyes |
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My red curly hair, my skinny toes. |
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Rocking, rocking to and fro. |
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Freedom abounds in my liquid sea |
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I swim, I turn , I bounce about..... |
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I yawn, I sleep, I suck my thumb..... |
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Growing stronger, growing longer |
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In my comfort place. |
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Soon I will join the human race. |
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I hear distinctly murmurs soft and endearing |
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Comforting, telling me these things I need to know |
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Handed down from one soft mouth to another |
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Generation after generation. |
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Will I need all this knowledge I ask? |
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Storing it all seems too great a task |
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For I am tiny, so tiny .....look at me |
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Rocking , rocking on my sea. |
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I know that one day I will be tested |
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Prodded, pushed and ejected |
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From my place I will be forced to leave |
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Can I match my mind with theirs? |
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Pollution, corruption, injustice to name a few |
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Please.....can't I stay safe inside of you? |
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Fear not the voice whispers to me |
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For you were born with creativity. |
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You will heal what the old ones left as a misery |
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A way to clean the air that we breathe |
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To make fresh the wondrous seas |
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To form new standards that must be kept |
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Replacing methods that we need to reject |
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Bravely facing those who would destroy earth's treasures |
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On such tiny shoulders they have placed this measure. |
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But I will always be at your side |
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Protecting, loving....your constant guide |
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For you, my baby, are precious to me |
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Restore our faith in humanity. |
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Show us how to begin again. |
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My child, my seed, floating so peacefully inside of me |
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Rocking, rocking to and fro. |
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