Monthly Archives: September 2009

Hummingbird Fear

hummingbirds kind of scare me

and i can’t find the phobia’s name

i realize this sounds kind of silly

something wild cannot be tamed

they hover, dart, and seek colors

especially my favorite, dark red

beak so long they’d poke eyes out

ruby-throated fills me with dread

just bring in that feeder of nectar

or i’ll never come near your door

wings flap too fast to be normal

and it’s a fear i refuse to explore

 

 

**Anyone have a picture? I was too creeped out to look.

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Hand of Leaves

hand of leaves

 

 

 

sometimes i keep notes on scrap papers

just like leaves that have fallen from trees

they are scattered about me at arms length

 

quotes, notes, inspirations raked up in a messy heap

meant to help me sit down and focus, to finally begin

but I find myself distracted, tossing ideas up to the air

 

the words keep painting brilliant pictures

lead me down a crisp young autumn lane

sitting here just smiling, at a loss again


Happy Day

i love when i realize i am smiling

because my cheeks have begun to ache

eyes squinting from the brighter view

there is no need for blush or makeup

when there is nothing to cover up

smiling

 

 

 

 

 

 

like a child that needs no introduction

when they enter the park to play

stopping only to grin at the sunshine

i am stumbling happily through today


If You Look

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if you look at life as a collection

of memories, celebrations, events

stringing together the pieces can be

like loading a ribbon with jewels

 

but stones can be semi-precious

they sometimes lose their shine 

 

if you look at life as a journey

at some point you must consider

the trail, where it leads, where it began

perhaps wondering if you misstepped

 

but herein lies the adventure

while discovering one’s own path

 

if you look at life as this moment

breathing out and then breathing in

you might glimpse a star in its brilliance

finding out what is already within


Wallflower

they talk about falls from grace

but not the fall from your eyes

what if being invisible hurts

 

sometimes i fall off the edge

the very edge of the earth

then i dream a school girl dream

 

you are standing in the room

where the party will commence

surrounded by smiling faces, but

 

no one sees me standing there

like a simple wallflower

i am always late to bloom


Only’s Fate

i remember growing up as an only

was for just over eight long years

the other children were an oddity

lack of interest brought forth tears

all my toys i kept pristine, for them

brought out when they came to play

i believed they would enjoy them all

even so, they never chose to stay

 

adults in my life another mystery

so they taught me to read at four

kept feeding me books in my room

the quiet little girl behind some door

wealth of friends on my nightstand

but with whom could i play a game

too busy having grown up parties

most of them didn’t know my name

 

they tell me i am a grown up now

these silly worries are in my past

so i dive in to play with kids if i can

because they invite me at long last

adults stand by and stare at times

they think this a very strange trait

those that never sat on the sidelines

can see no reason for an only’s fate


No Prisoners

the devil has a nickname, that old Roger he turned jolly

legends from the briny deep found cloaked in evil’s folly

wearing coat of Templar’s spite, running with the knights

flying high upon a sea, black flag, crossed bones, in flight

rather that then crossed in swords, the sympathy of Rome

liberated slaves unite and name universal waters home

stormy raids, booty crusades, against a despot ministry

next they find the girls, the boys, soon longing to be  free

losing common sympathy,  leaving boundary jurisdiction

mate, gunner, masters now dance hempen benediction

captain finally breathes his last, left rotting in iron cage

sirens dance wrapped in cypress cloth, leading dead away