A poetic journey through my mind

Posts tagged “love

The puppy who never grew up, by Mia Sloan

His name is duke because that’s a good name for a big dog but he’s not a real dog he only lives in my head.  He used to be real, but then he wasn’t mine, and now he’s just mine and nobody elses.  When he was real he was a puppy and I saw him in the store and I got to hold him and he loved me and I loved him but he costed too much money so I had to leave him and I cried.  And then I heard him crying too, outside, and it was dark but I  snuck out anyway and looked and looked but I couldn’t find him.  The next time, I checked at the store and they said he was still there, it must have been another puppy but I knew better.  So that night I heard him again, and  I  couldn’t find him, so I was sad and went home, and he was there!  He was in my room!  I ran and hugged him but my arms went right through him, so I knew he wasn’t real, but I asked him to stay with me and he slept on my pillow and in the morning he was gone again.  I cried and I called the store and they said he wasn’t for sale anymore, because he was sick.  He didn’t look sick when he was with me, so I waited for night and he came back and I cuddled him all night and gave him kisses and when he tried to leave again I held him and he just curled on my lap and went to sleep.  And then I called the store and they said he was gone, and I tried to tell them he was with me but they didn’t understand.  So now he is the puppy who lives in my head and I love him forever and ever, and he loves me.  The End.


A Woman of the Word

Waiting for the Kingdom, living for the now,
Finding comfort and guidance in His holy word,
Faith in Him, in community, in family and friends,
A shining example of those who Witness, making sure His name is heard.

Saplings  grown to mighty trees,
Loving sons of a loving mother,
Phone calls, visits, love so strong,
A resilient cord, from mother to brother to brother.

Living in this world, preparing for the next,
A lifetime of community, a network of friends,
Family and the word, song and story,
Sharing the news of the days when joy will never end.

(For Miss Annette Marcus, with love and thanks for sharing so many things…so much more than just a roommate, I hope I can call you a friend.)


Songline (for VisDare)

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I can still feel his warm strength as we curled together on
the couch that morning. “You know I have to go, right? It’ll only be six months. Not long. And when I get back, we’ll get married. Promise.”

I turn my head to smile up at him. “My spaceman.” He grins, and his arms
tighten around me. “I just can’t believe I got in! In my last year!’

I keep the smile on my face as best I can, until
the door closes behind him, and he’s gone.

I still dream the countdown. The numbers harsh in my ears, behind my
tightly closed eyelids. If I’m lucky, I wake before zero. I didn’t even
watch him go.

My ancestors followed the songlines, and found home. So I play. I play
a songline for him. And one day he will hear it, and hold on…and I
will lead him home.

(This is written for Angela Goff’s weekly Visual Dare prompt, my first offering, hope it works. I also wrote a longer piece, just to get the story straight in my head…I think it stands alone, and I’m going to put it here (in another post) in case anyone wants to see. ;p)


The Question

pooka girl, changeling girl,
foxes eyes, red mane acurl,
tell me, tell me, tell me true,
three times three I ask of you.

First is for the love we share,
his midnight eyes and crow-black hair,
his handsome face so fine and fair,
where have you taken him, fox-girl, where?

pooka girl, changeling girl,
foxes eyes, red mane acurl,
tell me, tell me, tell me true,
three times three I ask of you.

The second is for magic, deep,
that through our veins does rise and leap,
a power bought with price so steep
I feel it cry out, in my sleep.

pooka girl, changeling girl,
foxes eyes, red mane acurl,
tell me, tell me, tell me true,
three times three I ask of you.

The third time is for loyalty,
for oaths by moon and star and tree,
oaths of blood I shed for thee,
I ask you, sister, three times three.


Little Healer

The Little Healer

The Little Healer

This one is for…well, it’s pretty obvious, actually.  He’s a pretty remarkable little guy who’s touched a lot of hearts when he shows up with his mommy, here at Palm Gardens rehab.  So enjoy, or not, but no matter what…this one’s for

SHADOW

little Shadow, dog of light,
with silken coat in pearly white,
never cautious, always bold…
as long as there are arms to hold.

You share your boundless love,
with those who need it most,
cuddled in the lap or arms
of any willing host.

Shadow is your name, but still
you walk in beams of light,
sent from gentle loving eyes,
through swiftly fading sight.

you warm the coldest room,
make soft the hardest heart,
with antics meant to draw the eye,
you play your biggest part.

laughter is a healing gift,
within these painted halls,
and watching you, the laughter peals,
and shakes these solemn walls.

little Shadow, precious boy,
give your love and take our joy,
a present from the grateful few
whose aging hearts were warmed by you.


The Child

Ok, so I lied…this one snuck in there and insisted to come play, so here it is.  I hope you like it, and Merry Christmas/Holiday to everyone!

a child is born, to parents poor,
his cradle is a manger, small,
in stable dark beside the inn,
in wind that whistles through the wall.

yet at his birth, the heavens sing,
the glories of a stars bright light
eclipse the lanterns of the inn
and make the sky a beacon, bright

shepherds follow, drawn by light,
and angel voices singing sweet,
gifts they bring, a blanket warm,
the rhythm of a drums soft beat.

and from the East, the wiseman come,
men of learning, traveling far,
gifts they bring, to lay before
the glory born beneath the star.

and in the heavens, angels chorus
till all the world can hear the ring,
peace on earth and mercy mild,
and glory to the newborn king.

 


Valentines and Tinsel: A Love Song in Three Parts

Ice and fire, fire and rain,
the opposite attracts,
Drowned in tears and burning rage,
a heart beneath the axe.

“She could never forgive him, for what he didn’t say.”

Dance on air, fall to earth,
open up your eyes,
“Love will lift you” is no lie,
it just wears a disguise.

“I thought “I love you” meant forever…not until.”

Take your chances, place your bets,
the best is yet to come,
You may yet live to sit alone,
uncomfortably numb.


Sea Witch

the moonlit sea is in her eyes,
the tides are in her heart,
and when the stormy weather hits,
she’ll tear your soul apart,
but when the seas are calm and bright,
the moon is full and fair,
her voice is dulcet, sweet and soft,
and the stars shine in her hair,
ahh then my lady comes to me,
across the shining sea,
and sleeps contented in my arms,
snuggled close to me,
and all is right within the world,
as long as we’re together,
but all too soon she’s gone again,
as changeable as weather,
and patiently I wait for her,
for she’ll sure return to me,
as soon as the sea is calm and bright,
and the moon shines on the sea.

 


Strangers

If you’d never known me, would you miss me?
Would you sometimes listen for a voice that isn’t there,
Would certain smells remind you of a place you’d never been,
Or would you catch a glimpse of me, passing on the stair?

I remember you, although we’ve never met.
I know your eyes, your smile, your breath upon my ear,
I see you in the empty bed, and in the other chair,
I hear your laugh out on the street, and always will, I fear.

Your face sneaks up on me, sometimes,
in keepsakes and old photos, streaked with tears,
proof ephemeral and fine, these memories of you;
the stranger that I never knew, but loved so many years.


Garden

frightened flower in the dark,

silent, cold, and trembling,

feeling every bite and bark,

each angry word, dissembling.

the glare of disapproval, shame,

searing unprotected skin,

a creature formed of guilt and pain,

that burns and burrows deep within.

fragile flower, tender child,

know the world is bright, and wide,

come out, come out, to gardens, wild,

and taste the sunlight deep inside!


Mother

Swelling, growing, life within,

Kicking thrusting hidden limb,

Tracings under rounded middle,

Madonna, smiling, just a little.

 

In potentia, the child,

Soft and sweet or bright and wild,

Rough and tumble, party dress,

Peaceful time to sit and guess.

 

Knowledge gained, the plans begin,

Dream the life so deep within,

Dream the hearts that pulse as one,

And yearn toward tomorrows sun.


For Rowan, on her Fourth birthday

“…and though she be but little, she is fierce.”  William Shakespeare, “Midsummer Nights Dream”

little wonder, precious child,

tiny princess, sweet and wild,

silly angel, rainbow pearl,

oldest sister, great big girl,

all these are the things you are,

but not all that you will, by far,

for as you grow and reach so high,

one day you will reach the sky,

and spread your branches over all,

my Rowan tree, so strong and tall.

I love you, baby-girl…Image

 


A River flows

mind of diamond, sharp as sin, secrets held so deep within,
not my secrets, not my war, still I wonder what they made me for.

hunted, broken, lost and found, she knows the ways to go to ground,
she steps outside her minds embrace, to hide from the eternal chase.

she speaks as one, and sometimes two, she hears them speak, the loyal crew,
without words she sees their thoughts, the yes and no, the shouldn’ts and ought’s.

I am she, and sometimes me, and sometimes someone else beside,
my brother and my new family, they don’t know where I go to hide.
I can rove through future, past, the trappings of the worlds embrace,
and hide myself in deepest dark, in endless light and lightless Space.

they chase and hound her, hands of blue, but with her, come her family/crew,
daring both the dark and light, to keep her from their evil sight.

they chase her for the gift they gave, the torment locked so deep inside,
but safe now in the ships soft womb, she knows full well the winning side.
the captain brave, so strong and tall, her brother with his quick sure hands,
who left his life to give her hers, although he seldom understands.

the pilot with his ready laugh, who keeps the ship so straight and true,
the warrior woman, dark and tall, the lovely lady, heart of the crew,
the fixer, sweet as apple pie, the shepherd with his own dark past,
the mercenary, tough and gruff. among them, she belongs, at last.


Wings

why am I still swimming? why do I stay in this stagnant pool,
this stinking morass of blood and bone and soul?
is it because I wish it so? I who once so boldly owned the sky?
Est-ce que…it is because…I have grown old, and can no longer fly.

once were my wings of silk and satin made,
the pearly hues of heaven in their shade.
now they are torn and ripped and ragged things,
I drown in their embrace, my salt tears sting.

no longer can I do more than glimpse the sky so far above,
a bit of cloud, a hint of blue, a memory of long forgotten love.
once begotten love, long gone rotten love, love that was my all…until I found it,
until I felt the work and pain, the desperate loss, the many sharpened edges which surround it.

once were my wings of silk and satin made,
the pearly hues of heaven in their shade.
now they are torn and ripped and ragged things,
I drown in their embrace, my salt tears sting.

the sky is gone, I still swim on, despite my raddled hearts most fervent wish,
I circle the eternal drain, consuming only tasteless pain, sorrow in a cracked ceramic dish.
seasoned with guilt, served by my own hand, a VIP in a restaurant of one,
the body survives, worse, it dares to thrive, a rotting corpse beneath the poisonous sun.

once were my wings of silk and satin made,
the pearly hues of heaven in their shade.
now they are torn and ripped and ragged things,
I drown in their embrace, my salt tears sting.

will you follow me down, will you watch as I drown,
will you witness the wreckage of what once was fine?
in the depths of the well, this secret I tell…
I drown in the stinking sewer of my own mind.


Aside

Amber

eyes of amber pull me in, with crooked nose and wicked grin,
small and slender, sleek and fair, coffee skin and midnight hair,
fingers quick to pull and tease, but quicker still to pet and please,
running wild through moonlit night, eyes alert and glowing bright,
ears uplifted, tail erect, my guardian that I protect,
beneath the stars, with yipping bay, we sing the moon and call the day,
then curl in close in hidden den, until the sun is gone again.


Mistake

the wheel of fortune spins and reels,
the stuff of dreams it costs to play,
no one misses what it steals,
until that one memorable day.

the day that dreamstuff turns to smoke,
and vanishes into thin air,
they laugh about it, even joke,
but soon enough, comes the despair.

for not a dream can they sustain,
imagination turns to clay,
a previously unknown pain,
that sits upon them, day by day.

it whispers chill into their ears,
and freezes hard the loving heart,
it causes disregard of tears,
till finally, they stand apart.

oh, wealth aplenty they may gain,
power, playthings and much more,
but nothing satisfies the pain,
life simply an unending chore.

until their deathbed, old and gray,
where waits for them the final breath,
forgotten music starts to play,
as the wheel spins once…and comes up “Death”.

the wheel of fortune spins and reels,
the stuff of dreams it costs to play,
no one misses what it steals,
until that one memorable day.


Love Notes

I thought “I love you” meant forever…not until.

She could never forgive him for what he didn’t say.

A Door…A Wall…or A Window.  In the end, which will you have been?

Masks like Bartholomews Hats…but in the end, was there anything there at all?

Love is a meal best eaten with chopsticks, not spoons.

New love is bells and whistles…settled love is silence over tea.  

Beware how far you rise in that first dance…the farther you go, the farther it is to fall.

When you throw your heart to a strange dog, don’t be surprised if it comes back mangled

And last but far from least, beware of flying babies with bows and arrows.  If you -must- get shot, try to take it in the head.


Cards

Pasteboard prophets,
painted seers,
predictors of laughter
and journeys and tears,
tell me what you
see in my eyes,
mysteries held behind
your mystic guise,
a tall dark stranger,
riches or fate,
tell me now, wise ones,
will I come too late?
will I forever be
one step behind,
tied to the doubt
within my own mind?
sadness or fortune,
love, loss and more,
are waiting for me
behind that cloth door,
do I dare enter,
or will I remain
forever a stranger
to that magic plain?


I promise

what did i do, what did i say,
what can i fix to make it ok?
i want to do better, i swear that i’ll try,
i won’t act too crazy, i won’t tell a lie,
i’ll do all my homework, every last bit,
so there’s no need to yell, and no need to hit,
i’m sorry i’m clumsy and lazy and loud,
i’m sorry i’m naughty and evil and proud,
i won’t think i’m smart, and i won’t act too dumb,
whenever you call me I’ll be sure to come,
i won’t get too dirty, i’ll wash my own clothes,
i’ll take my own bath and wipe my own nose,
i’ll wash all the dishes, and make you some tea,
i promise i love you…please, mommy, love me!


My Alice

Frantic and flailing, panicked and pained,
she moves through her day like a whirlwind in chains,
Her body is fragile, and so is her heart,
her eyes burn in her face as they scamper and dart,
Her mind searches, desperate, for something she’s lost,
letting the ones she has left pay the cost.
Constant apologies fall from her lips,
as she races, and runs, and falters and trips,
One day she’ll fall where there’s nowhere to land,
and I’ll lose yet another, a thought I can’t stand,
But for now I’ll stay constant, and help where I must,
and try not to watch as she crumbles to dust.


Doug Baldauf #4, Musings

MEMORY BOOK

Remember the girl of sixteen

who smiled at you because she liked you

and you smiled back?

You were handsome and tan and twenty-one

with amber eyes

and a Mercury convertible

And someone said you beat everyone at tennis.

I worshiped the ground where you had stood,

as only a girl of sixteen could,

and called it love.

As many summers have come and gone since then

as I had lived

and the girl got left behind somewhere

in a memory book of you and other heroes

with forgotten names.

And in that time I’ve been with you

and come to know you well

I’ve seen behind the amber eyes

and found a gentle man

who beats almost everyone at tennis.

The Mercury convertible

brought three babies home from the hospital

before it fell asleep one day for good.

Your once dark hair is streaked with gray

I’m sure I caused

and still I smile at you

and you smile back

and know I love you.

 

 

 

TEA FOR TWENTY, RAINY DAY

Painter of pictures

Dreamer of dreams

Writer down of soft words

Child-woman

Lover

Mother

Present giver

Flower grower

Cheerer up of sad friends

Funky junk collector person

Smiler into camera person

Comer into living rooms

I’ll never ever see

Beach walker

Peace maker

Tennis playing cookie baker

Life of the party

Feeder of birds

Complex and uncomplicated,

Stable and insane,

Through the window rain watcher

Wonderer who I am.


Eternal Love

My love is fair and tall and fine,
with eyes of angel blue,
His smile as bright as sunlight,
and his skin like morning dew.

I love him through the daylight,
and when the sun has gone,
I stay with him and watch him,
till with morning comes the dawn.

I know he’s thinking of me,
when a smile enters those eyes,
And when they flip to sadness,
as grey as stormy skies.

I walk with him out to the fields,
and to our special place,
And when he cries I wipe his eyes,
caress his loving face.

I tell him life is just a stage,
and now my part is done,
But I will always be with him,
from moonlight into sun.

I say that he will find a home,
with someone soft and true,
I whisper softly in the wind,
my darling, I love you.


KC and the Sunshine Award

(title cred. to Missus Potty Dotty)

Hey, y’all!  After my whining so pitifully about not having any awards, my tender-hearted buddy Willowdot21 took pity on me and gave me the Sunshine Award.  Not one to follow rules, usually, I promised to try this time…but don’t be surprised if my natural cussedness comes out.  😉

Ain't it purty?

The Rules – Include the award logo in a post or in your blog / Answer 10 questions about your self. / Nominate 10 to 12 other fabulous bloggers / Link your nominees to the post and comment on their blog, letting them know they are nominated / Share the love and link the person who nominated you.

Yay Questions!

Favorite Colour: Hot pink and Black
Favorite Animal: Coyote
Favorite Number: 69, Dude!
Favorite Non-Alcoholic Drink:
Elliano’s Dark Chocolate Espresso Freezie  (My addiction!)
Prefer Facebook or Twitter: Mrr?  I occasionally Book the Face, and sometimes make Tweeting sounds, but I’m not all that up on either.  😉
My Passion: Myths and Mythos and the theory of the Collective Unconscious.
Prefer getting or giving presents: I’m a selfish wench!  Gimme-gimme-gimme!  I love me some pressies!
Favorite Pattern: Hot pink and black leopard spots!
Favorite day of the week: All of’em!
Favorite Flower: Queen Anne’s Lace or Magnolia or Camellia or Jasmine…really anything with a really intoxicating smell.  Florida is a good place to live for this!  😉

As for my nominees…I’m taking applicants!  I have too many wondermous friends to pick and choose, and I’m not sure who’d appreciate the chain part of the award…so if you want it, lemme know!  The first 10 – 12 win a fabulous prize…the above beautiful pic and rules and questions!  Not to mention my gratitude for keeping me from feeling guilty… 😉

Whew…finished!  Thanks again, my friend Willow!  *hugs*

KC & Co.


No Magic

Just yesterday, the moon shone blue
and the twinkling stars were gold,
but now they’re dull, they’re only stone,
and the moon is white and cold.

Just yesterday, the unicorns
grazed happily in the rain,
but now the grass lies dead and brown
across the endless plain.

Just yesterday, when I was loved,
brilliant colors filled the sky,
and every cloudbank smiled at us,
and wore a rainbow tie.

But now my love has gone away,
and life is dull and drear,
and that is why I say, my child,
there is no magic here.