August 26 2013

I needed to see lovely today
I caught occasional glimpses
Nothing concrete
Until driving home in the darkness,
The beams of the headlights gleaming
I saw bunnies dancing.


Drawing: Let Go by Nakisha

July 19 2013 A World without Color

If the World boasted no color, just various shades of grey
No azure blue of the ocean, or bluffs of swirly red clay
If houses would be crafted in grey stone, and the sun never did shine,
At least not in the mauve, pinkish hues, we watch for at sunset time.
Then, would the World be draped in sadness? Would M&Ms lose their thrill?
Would hatred have a foothold? Or would we all live in Pleasantville.

For it causes me now to wonder, as I ponder a World more sublime
That without any green for envy, or blue for sadness inside
There would be no people of color, white, black, yellow or brown.
With no red to color them angry, no yellow to help oppressors keep down.
Or would nothing be different, is this World as good as it gets?
No rainbows, no yellow brick road, no rose red, no regrets.

So I am mindful to live in the moment, regardless how drab my day
I can refuse to live in that colorless World, and choose to stand up and say
I see color as a philocalic expression, of oneness, escape from mundane
A celebration of life in grand union, all dressed in Techno display
So I challenge all those on the grey side, loose the chains , don’t delay
Or mechanically measure grey tones from birth to judgment day.

Social Mores July 14 2013

 

 

Sometimes

Social mores

Is nothing less

Than an attempt  to

Smother  

Creative response

To the world

Around us.

 

Others dictate

A way of life

Control traditions

Set the pace

Sensing

A new view

Will change

Their world

 

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Rain sheets June 9 2013

Rain sheets

stream down

 mingling earthy

herbal flavors

 in the

 early black

of evening

An oasis

 of tranquility

 

The Language of a Smile

I rarely idle time away
But while waiting for a friend today
I settled on a bench~ in a children’s park
...
I watched the children screech and play
As they frolicked springtime hours away
And I envied them their freedom~ what a lark!

The sprinkler sprayed
The swings swayed
As children struggled gamely~ to disembark

As I enviously surveyed the glad display
I observed another watcher meet my gaze
My humor mirrored hers~ an answering smirk!

For even though our childhood days
Were but a mist and gone away
In that shared smile~ the memories lurked.

The Holiday book

I bought a book to read on my holiday.
As usual, I picked it with great deliberation.
My yearly ritual, I placed it in my backpack, near the front, for easy accessibility, hoping to grab a leisurely chapter, here and there on my journey.

 

This year was a different kind of holiday.

Exploring roots.
My first trip abroad, England, Scotland, and Holland.
Two weeks of travel. ” Time for two books”, I muse.
Well, my holiday is over.
I have unpacked my clothes, gifts and memories.
The book returned unread.
I used it to press flowers from the place of my ancestors instead.

Rain Day

We had quite a rain today.
Somnolently we perched on our balcony, Teacups in hand,
Watching June wash away May.