Tag: poetry

Desiderata

100_2312-1shsb I have been in MINDFUL contemplation.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

This is the first line of the Desiderata, a prose poem that was written in 1927 by Max Erhmann. I first became particularly, interested in these words when I asked a friend, “How did you deal with it all?” The question was in reference to our teenage years. She told me, she had memorized the Desiderata and used it as a guide. It reminded her, that she is as important as the stars in the sky.

I have never forgotten her words. And although I don’t have the poem memorized in full, I do know the first line.

It’s been good for me to be silent and BREATH.

The world keeps spinning at a high velocity, and I don’t feel in any danger of flying off the face of the planet. The same force that draws the tide of the ocean, and holds me on the ground rules my personal world.

That force is God.

May you be with Him now!

A Sprinkle of Sunshine

IMG_9325shsClear sky ~ out there – calm, serene, a sense of peace.

IMG_9325shsThe clock ticked LOUD.  It was the hammer of death.IMG_9325shs

Her breath was as loud as a freight train ~ mimicking the pace of a long distance runner.IMG_9325shs

So it seemed to her.IMG_9325shs

In reality ~ it rested at the threshold of silence.IMG_9325shs

No more tenseness, no more helter skelter.IMG_9325shs

As darkness closed in, the birds sang and the sun shined.IMG_9325shs

Looking Back

I was razed in a pool of anxiety

I swam laps in a tub of lard

I ran the race of neurosis

I won the trophy~

LIFE’S HARD.

I worked out daily at thinking

Lifted weights of anger and fear

I cycled miles of confusion

I grazed on cold cans of BEER.

I had no fault in my losses

It was always somebody else

Who tripped me

or clipped me

or nipped me

Til I fell in the dust on my SELF.

I rose up and looked in the mirror

The problem~stared back at me

It was me all along singing that song

ME~ ME~ ME

I turned around in an instant

Though it didn’t seem so~at the time

I look back over what lays behind me

And decided to write you this rhyme.

When we’re in trouble physically, mentally and or spiritually, life can be very tough and overwhelming.

How do you eat an elephant?

One bite at a time.

Let it be known: I am aware, this poem has a sing song rhythm. However, I liked it, it’s my journal and I hope someone gets something good out of it.

My Husband

My husband sews buttons

on clothes

My husband makes

jewelry

from shells

and wire

from beads

and love

patient*seeing*

intensely looking

with the eyes

that I love

My husband sews buttons

Featured Family #3

No Prom Queen I have this picture in my mind ~ as I lay in my bed of comfort.

Like a soldier -years gone by – the war is over.

What happened to Vietnam? Where are all of the naked babies, covered in flies?

Where are the dead bodies, scattered, limbs askew?

Where are the exploding buildings, silent, in flames?

Did Saigon fall hard like a rock into a pool of charm and drift like an empty raft on to a shore of safety?

Or did it run away in Nikes?

Fights*Battles*Fought*Lost

LOST LOST LOST

Thank You Mama

       Snapping peas in harmony

long rows of squash

walking lines of berries and straw

life was good

Growing balanced watermelons

under the waves of clothes

they baked

dry in the sun

life was good

Now I have an orchard

I reap and I sow

here a while~there a while

life is good

THANK YOU MAMA

Step 3

Habits

I have habits

good and bad

I want to talk.

You must use the phone.

That is what they told me.

 So I did.

 I talked in the morning,

on the phone.

I talked in the evenings.

I talked on black phones,

blue phones,

square phones,

big car phones,

small car phones,

and cell phones.

 I talked in the mall, on the toilet, quietly.

 I talked to friends, neighbors, teachers, family, community, CPA’s, lawyers and my husband.

 Now there is no one to talk to,

but God.

It’s a good thing,

I’ve got that habit.

Hands praying

Step Three

Zero Chit-Chat Skills

I’ve stayed away from my blog, for a few days, because I’m all filled up with family. Have you ever been all filled up with family?

I’m full of Mama and Daddy, my oldest sister, my brother, my daughter and my oldest granddaughter is in there, and I never forget my grandmother. I feel like my grandmother’s life is my birthmark. She committed suicide, the year I was born. She was a war bride from Paris. The poor woman was lied to and brought from Paris to the backwoods of North Florida. Can you imagine?

My family is complicated, confusing and something, best not to think about.

This is why I stayed away; it’s all too dark and depressing. It’s crazy making.

I cannot say what I want to say.

AS THE PENDELUM SWINGS

I want to rescue

I have a fear of people

I have no chit-chat skills

I love too much

I have zero barriers from the world ~ then ~ I want to keep the world at bay.

Life becomes a swing

I can’t make chit-chat