Cathi's Poetry Place

As twilight passes over like the roaring of the sea
the dawn becomes approachable for all that can be
while shooting stars you've made a wish on
plunge to the ground, though it was a fleeting moment
there is no sound
of all the flaws that bestow us in our life
we must take the unpleasant scenes and continue our flight

4-3-02

The soft smells and sounds of spring as it opens it�s wings
the wind blows warm and the willows and the water seem to come alive
if time could only stand still in this perfect picture and in my life.
This oneness I feel is ''now'' with mother nature all around.
The sound of the deer coming to the lake for fresh water as the sun sets
and the birds are chirping, and all is calm.
Asking for another day of perfection seems selfish,
but as the tall pines blow and the innocent time of madness
in this unforseen greener of envy~~
I hope this world remains in such a beautiful state, to pass onto our children
and leaving it alone can be the kindest act there is.
A gift to pass down to another all around
but we seem to be ungracious to thank God
for this wonderful "tribulation"

6-17-01

She had a heart of silver songs
of life her soul to carry on
camouflaged on rainy days
from shallow pain that seemed to linger on....
she had golden hands on ivory keys
but her life, it was a challenge you must believe.....
for us the melody rang on
but for her the fear never was doubled,
each song~~ to try and tie the legacy of her grandfather
who too-early departed.....
into the songs they sang
from back when they had started......
and though she sings her own way~~
you can hear her when her dream story is sung...
oh grandfather, I sing for you,
and you will never be forgotten;
the greatest gift he gave to her was the dream he started~~~

Dedicated to A.J. Nicks ~for starting Stevie's dream!

4-7-02

Outrageous, uprooted from the destiny of history
yet it seems a spiritual upheaval,
and people say that�s enough,
all that can truly happen to bridge the gap
is to stop and realize
it�s only ourselves that can
or cannot look to the heavens
for it is all that shines
and remember we will answer
for all that we've left alive

Darkness against the shivering light
Illuminates enchantment in the middle of the night
Chances humanity receives again and again
Just to turn a deaf ear
It�s only the wind!
Seas that are a calm distant blue
consequences that happen
Seem sometimes too often, too soon
The comet that races
Straight from the sky
That tumble to the ground
Us asking why?
The stumbling of bodies
Entwined as one under the moon
Or the brightness of the sun
Memories that flash
Of soft touches -so sincere
Makes me wonder
Is that what we contemplate
As we stay here.

A rebel with no cause
A winter with no snow
A river with no flow
A body alive with no soul
A prayer with what we feel is no answer
A sun with no light
The stars with no moon
Light a loser with no fight
A child so sad,
No right
No love
No direction in sight
Turn all the no's around
All become positive in a leap and bound
For all of us must stay in the game
And there's no-ones shoulders big enough
To take ''all the blame''

4-13-02

All poetry written by Catherine Short
Copyright � 2003

Spanish moss hangs from the cypress tree
And there in the night shadows
Life never retrieves....
It's eerie and scary when the wind begins to blow
When you�re a child it takes on a strange mystical glow...
I remember the sounds of the night
As it takes on it�s amber-soft light...
I miss the smells that flowed
And the laid-back way reminded me
Of crossing the Mexican border
The moon is in a ghostly haze
And in the magic the rains came
As it moved and danced
Making a wonderful startling glance
As it swayed and shifted
I felt the urge to dance!
Those important days in my life
In another world in the south
I fondly remember the kindness
There was no strife....
Though many did without.~
The mighty Mississippi
That the current slowly kept in a gentle pace
The ben j'uaes on the river bank
In this slow ecstatic~space!
The Gulf of Mexico as you sit on the steps
As the tide rolls in
And you realize the depth of pleasure from an era gone by...
You can stare at the salt water
As life rolls by
No one there is in a hurry
And you always have the time
To ask your questions of why??

Dedicated to New Orleans ~
where I learned so many important lessons of life!

All poetry written by Catherine Short
Copyright � 2001-2003

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Was the wind making a breeze
When the sun shone bright
I remember feeling loved
As you held me tight
The tears that shimmer
In a waterfall of salt
Sometimes are not of sadness
They�re remembering what our love was all about
The passed time of pain that I'm told will heal
Keeps me in touch in what is real~
If knowing everything in your life ahead of time
Would leave us not in anticipation
Of a crystal stone brought up from the mine...
If solitude is the punishment
For what we've done wrong
Then alone is what I'll be
I'll never belong
Wild flowers of summer
That come and go so fast
Keep as a reminder
That life comes to pass..
So the happiness I had
For so many years
Will be a pleasant memory
Through all my fears...

12-21-99

The Ring

Close to the door he paused to stand
As he took his class ring off her hand
All who watched did not dare speak,
As a silent tear rolled down his cheek.
All through his mind his memories ran
Of all the times they�d had...
Now her eyes so terribly cold,
He would never have her hand to hold.
All stood silent as he stood near,
To whisper �I love you� in her ear
He put on his ring, and started to cry
He kissed her cheek, and wanted to die.
As the cold winds started to blow,
They lowered her casket into the snow.
This is what happens to many alive,
When you let your friends drink and drive.

~By Jessica Short~

My daughter Jessica wrote this when she was 17,
after losing her father and best girlfriend in a very short time.
I'm very proud of her and her talent to write.
Also what touches the heart - young or old.
~~Cathi Short~~

''Rain Drops''

Rain drops on my window pane
Keep beating down
Reminding me of how you used to sound...
The time we spent together
Reminds me of you
And how long you've been gone
And where you went to.
It�s been too long
Since the sun has shined
Or rainbows have been in the sky
It�s been to long
Since I saw your face, and why??
Oh...why... each day keeps passing by.
The stars all burnt out
The falling stars in the sky
Are tumbling down
And so there's no light in my life
I need to take some time
To try once again
And make you mine.....
And it�s been too long since
The sun has shined
Or rainbows have been in the sky
It�s been to long
Since I saw your face
And why.. oh...why?

9-96

As the rain steadily falls
Making all grey and bleak
It�s a writer�s dream.
Most detest the pitter-patter
But I feel relief
It�s the constant sound
That gives our souls freedom
For it takes us to an unconscious level
Were we can spin our storytelling
And are not sure of what will come
From the poison pen.....
Most happily we are allowed to tell
Of loves and rebirths, and joy
But also of tempers and tantrums,
And troubles.
Lazy days of summer
That linger of wine
And winds that change
As quickly as the weather
We secretly dream and fantasize on paper
The what ifs? And whens?
And others do not blink an eye
For it�s as if we have a sixth sense
That never goes away
But sometimes we ignore the dangers and stay.

1-6-02

There's magic in the air
I've found that place to go to
When the pain
I cannot bare
Sorrows that rush
Like the beginning of the storm
Then settle like the heavens
Quiet again, reborn~
From the tower as I sat,
Lonely and sad,
The sun begins to rise...
And I finally realize,
Life is not so bad.
Hope is all we have
In the flash of a lighting bolt
It�s natures way of leaving life�s special note...
Tomorrow will come
No matter how we feel
And all the things that happen
Can seem so surreal!
Your heart is the keeper
Of all you've done
Right or wrong
So ask for forgiveness
And try to carry on.

8-23-01

To Whom it May Concern:
My life as I've lived it for sixteen years is over. My eyes are open in a way they haven�t been
since a I was a child, except now I stand alone. Alone to make decisions of the most critical
importance, and try to regain the innocence that I have lost in this bizarre span of time we call our
lives. I was there when the most wonderful creature that ever walked the earth drifted into my
life, and also there when he was taken by an ''angel'' with good intent, but extremely bad timing!
When God took his hands off the wheel of our lives, our guardian angel rested to let us make our own destiny.

To Whom it May Concern:
My eyes cry, my heart breaks. My life of that era is over and gone, and I long desperately for love
as a child hopefully has known in this world. Prayers, wishes and dreamers, which we both were.
Whom better than a dreamer with a sparkle in their eye, and the gentleness of a breeze, to
understand. To ask anyone else to occupy them down life�s irretrievable twists and turns...

To Whom it May Concern:
I miss the old me, but most of all, I miss you!

Dedicated to all that have lost loved ones and continued to dream, for without dreams we end
their memories and their lives.....

And to my beloved husband Joe. We had 16 years, who could ask for anything more.

10-17-96