The mirror shows a double image; a woman-child
who's lost the feel,
Staring back into the soul of the image that is real.
Soul and image confront each other.
The answer lies somewhere between.
The question comes, "Where is your heart?"
Quick returned, "It is with me. No woman-child can set it free."
Sunday, February 21, 2010
The Meaning of Life
An old man is asked the meaning of life,
he quickly answers, "Toil and strife".
A mother is asked a similiar quest, she says,
for her family, she does her best.
A soldier is asked, what he lives for.
He responds, "To come home from war."
A young woman is asked the meaning for her.
Her answer includes her man, for sure.
A babe is asked, in his mother's arms.
His smile says it all; he's safe and warm.
he quickly answers, "Toil and strife".
A mother is asked a similiar quest, she says,
for her family, she does her best.
A soldier is asked, what he lives for.
He responds, "To come home from war."
A young woman is asked the meaning for her.
Her answer includes her man, for sure.
A babe is asked, in his mother's arms.
His smile says it all; he's safe and warm.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
A Question
How far can you carry me? Till spring?
Surely, you'll carry me in wine times and sweet sun songs.
But, can you till summer?
Will I be a load on the road when the heat beats you down
and around the bend there may or may not be water?
Will you carry me till I'm eighty eight, or is that too late in life?
Will your shoulders be bent and your money spent by autumn?
Then too, how far can I carry you?
Surely, you'll carry me in wine times and sweet sun songs.
But, can you till summer?
Will I be a load on the road when the heat beats you down
and around the bend there may or may not be water?
Will you carry me till I'm eighty eight, or is that too late in life?
Will your shoulders be bent and your money spent by autumn?
Then too, how far can I carry you?
A Snowy Day
I drove home without the radio, without speaking.
I resented the sounds of the engine.
I wanted to remember the quiet sounds as I experienced them so I could relate them to you.
It was snowing at the park today.
I stood in cold inches of it; listening.
So peaceful!
No other people there.
No footprints, but Nala's and mine.
Only the sound of the snow, heavy and wet, shifting under my boots.
Nala was running circles around me; chasing her tail and biting at the snowflakes.
I could not hear her muscles move or her feet touch. But in the lovely silence, I could hear great gulps of clown breath leave her body as she jumped and played.
Snow flakes fell on my eyelashes and I wished they would last until I saw you again.
I resented the sounds of the engine.
I wanted to remember the quiet sounds as I experienced them so I could relate them to you.
It was snowing at the park today.
I stood in cold inches of it; listening.
So peaceful!
No other people there.
No footprints, but Nala's and mine.
Only the sound of the snow, heavy and wet, shifting under my boots.
Nala was running circles around me; chasing her tail and biting at the snowflakes.
I could not hear her muscles move or her feet touch. But in the lovely silence, I could hear great gulps of clown breath leave her body as she jumped and played.
Snow flakes fell on my eyelashes and I wished they would last until I saw you again.
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