All children in tow
looking for a picnic spot
summer has arrived.
All children in tow
looking for a picnic spot
summer has arrived.
I see the beauty of the world
through hazel brown eyes
my lips speak the truth
at times in relative terms
my nose knows the foul smell
of dishonest statements, and
my ears frequently catch
whispers in many lingoes.
The narrator’s license.
*
My heart knows the pain
of the those not in peace
I sense, albeit faintly at times
the higher vibrations of love
my feet walk the crooked path
of continuous learning, and
my hands try, desperately
to paint a portrait of my soul.
The painter’s privilege.
*
 This is a poem I originally wrote in response to the poetry challenge: Self Portrait now going on at http://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/poetry-challenges/.
Brief invitation:
feel serenity and peace
far from the rat race.
Quietly rowing
on mid-life lake searching for
reflections of joy.
Hello there! How are you doing?
I am doing pretty good, can’t complain.
No one in the clan disappeared overnight.
We are all safe and I’m grateful for that.
Our home is almost intact, some corridors are a leaky,
but I hope it’ll not rain in the next few months.
And there are good prospects for food today.
So I’m optimistic this will be a good day.
How about you? Are you hopeful for this day?
If not, what’s bothering you?
If it is a big-ticket item, I send you comfort and love.
If it isn’t, I have a question for you.
Is that, whatever it is, really worth spoiling your day?
When instead you could choose to live, play,
smile and do some good to someone…
Maybe you could start by giving someone a belly rub?
Just a suggestion. Have a good weekend.
Freshness captivates
soul is going with the flow
life is unfolding.
Bending in the wind
hugged by my friendly neighbor
comfort and support.
F5
Vicious it came
like a freight train
spiraling down
ripping streets of the town
Over a mile wide
nowhere to hide
destruction
desperation
and courage
Not a bad dream
no rescue team
could find you
in the rubble left behind
You’d moved on
someone’s beloved son
now high in the sky
left us all asking why
did you become an angel
too soon
F5.