Sunday, September 11, 2011

Memories


Memorial to light that shines, guiding fallen angels to glory

Traveling, can’t find my way, the great metropolitan
Heads upon billows as twins dine with lady of harbor
Train brings fright, loneliness, faces of the unappealing

Does any one know I have to travel alone

Lost in a place don’t want to be
Looking up at the sky, the angels they help find
Asking man, woman, speaking in monotone they sleep among ashes
Longing for mother and her doe
Playing part in a horror tale, her acting days are through

Want to go home, and limbo is my new

Cascade of tears form beautiful lace patterns
Cold slaps of concrete pave the way for her
Prayers are heard held tight bringing comfort to dark
Some find tranquility, feeling temperatures of asphalt remain
Cherubs scatter pearls comforting ocean
Rest will welcome tired
Who stood before, eternally protect sleeping angels

Vestiges of souls mothers will embrace

Imprints of Mystery

There lies a light somewhere behind the mind
Brilliance of a super nova
Lighting the way for thousand souls
Do we hear the way of others?
Do we see the way of life?
Spectacular presence surrounds the universe

Is there love where we hate?
Is there hate where we love?
The answers are found between the lilac groves
Where wind is stuck for many years
This is where solace can be found

Seeds are planted; continuance of life
Birds fly with endless possibilities
Children grow
The why we do not know

It is a never ending dream


Monday, September 5, 2011

The Window

Vermin has no place in life
Dream fog propels into enchantment
Filth piled high emulating mountains in Swiss Alps
Spider web, medium of art creates delicate French lace.
Momentarily transfixed as environment waits execution

Confetti drops from sky; colors mesmerizing.
Browns, ochre, sienna, taupe army of visual delight
Sparrows, mightiest infinitesimal warriors defending foraging rights and territory
Robin, warrior taking center stage
Pretentious general boasting
Cardinal flaunting brilliant reds sits upon lilac bush.
Color disperses, center attraction, viewing singular shade.
Friends sing melodically, entertaining at noon.
Squirrel spastically throws delicate figure, seeds spray to ground,
Feast diverted elsewhere
Crowd disperses heaven bound, taking refuge from passersby’s.
State of pleasure interrupted
Hardship surrounds woman or does it?

All Over Again

In the garden she buries and forgets man
Sense of touch roots, creating a new world
Everyone is invited if there not too busy
Top is spinning, colors opaque, high pitch whine
She cries, am I the only one observing!
Why would they deliberately miss the melody?

But she is crippled over her garden
Conducting an orchestrated balance
There comes a time white freezes over
She joins melancholy frame
Once a purple delight lasting in its hibernation
The window gave her show all season
But alas it’s through

She never forgets gift they sent
Curtain of heaven passes each day
Darkness lifted as the old man sleeps
Coloring like a child again, tongue included
She smiles, smelling perfume


And the Willow Weeps


Falling,
  Spiraling
     Abyss eats a corpse
Darkness becomes friend
Iron and manure placed on pulse points whiffing perfume
Are those roots dancing with devil?
Wine passed around me, you and the thing
Intoxicate make dizziness newest dance craze
Mildew surrounds senses sun up, sun down
Dredging up past lives

Tears fall upon earth watering weeds, perhaps wild strawberries
When organic, lies we hear
Promises never kept
How ironic living can be
Parading facades about town
Will children learn
Will earth morn
Will we ever be alive

Just a piece of sand blowing in wind
Beautiful flowers, or are they
Children will forget
How much that makes us weep
Watching, listening, roll over and over and over
I’ve had enough
Blind with light

Child Has a Secret


The woman sees things hidden from most
A child transformed into motherhood
Vision shows me all

Upon my lap the child smiles donning angel wings
Innocence shrouds her with every cell of flesh
Girls converse with luminous familiarity
Treasure box fetches applause as curtain drapes down exposing nudity
The audience holds their breath

Hummingbird don’t fly tonight but lay upon clouds
For you are the sacred pollinator symbolizing rebirth
Behold diamond in the ruff
Open your precious womb
Presenting Madonna with open arms
Swaddle hummingbird, never let it go

Just Another Day

 Darkness wraps constricting tentacles making every day living complex
 Depression becoming comrade singing songs of nonsense
 Lick up liquor dirty swains with matching finger filth.

 Sun presents colors of spectrums blinding rainbow
 Script rolled tight, tattered, lullaby hideous at present.
 Pretty ladies dancing, glowing like jack-o-lanterns under full moon light
 Glorious woman tranquil against field of hay looking magnificent

 She believes righteousness of religion
 Scaling life’s mountainous obstructions

Here we go again!

 Never giving up; does not give up either 
 Obstinate little creature!
 Heard the same lyrics till head exploded

Can they be quiet!

 Faced another day, but can’t figure strength
 Decades have passed familiarity keeps warm
 An abyss starving, giving indigestion once again
 Spits out like poison

Touché

Give Him One More Chance

He walks through metropolitan town granddaughter surgically attached to hip
Wandering aimlessly looking for lost and found
His mind is gone
Searching through rubble, archeologist he claims
Take peak in trash cans maybe you'll find me there
Catch me if you can, heard audibly in the wind
Baby don't cry, poppa will find his mind tomorrow

Clothes frail and thin, man in old folks home
Conversations with presidents, dignitaries, he gets to choose
Dinning with aristocrats, sits in formal way
Eyes roll up like tattered shades 
They say he caught a fit that’s the conclusion

They give him pretty pills to eat at noon
He found his mind while dining
No grandchild to spend days with
Presidents don’t hob knob acting as guest
Neither famous archeologist can he claim
Give the man one more chance, cause he wishes he hadn't!
                                               

World Alzheimer's Month

An awareness of World Alzheimer's Month was unknown to me.  When a disease does not hit you personally, we as humans, are unaware and oblivious to certain marks of respect, and I am guilty of this act.
One of my poetic acquaintances familiarized me with this reality.  She also has a poetry blog and posted acknowledgements of this horrible disease by redeployement of  poetry.

Please visit her blog at:  lifeindegrees.blogspot.com. 
If you are need information about Alzheimer's, follow the links below:

http://www.alz.org/, http://www.alzfdn.org/