Love each other to their very souls
Argue, fight, cry, and refuse to forgive
Hate springing from love
Defiance of wills
Both want to be the woman of the house
But one must lose
For the other to win
But neither wins
Because they are a part
Of each other
They must come back
Together or it all remains broken
And it can take years
To find the glue that can mend
Those broken pieces back
Into the whole they were always
Meant to be
And those years can be
And when you’re not looking
You see a part of her
A hand flutter
A shrug of the shoulder
A sudden laugh or gasp
You hear yourself
And you sound just like
Gasp. No, not that
I am me, not her
But later you don’t mind
Not so much
You’re okay with the fact
That you love cooking
Because she taught you
That you love flowers
Because she showed you
That you love to read
Because she bought you books
And just because you’re a grown up woman
Doesn’t mean you don’t need her arms
To hold you
To comfort you
To tell you it’ll be all right
That she was your first person
Your first emissary into the world
That she knew you before you were born
That she grew you in her garden
And when you look at her
It’s with her eyes
Mothers and daughters
Complicated, crazy and yet so easy
So basic, so simple, so real
You’re just a part of her
And now you know
That that is how it is meant to be
That when you look into your own eyes
You look into hers
When you dig into dirt
It’s her hands that help you
And finally, being just like your mother is what you want to be.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom
Once upon a time a thousand hurts clung to me.
My cloak of pain stooped low my shoulders and endured the weight of velvet yards
In a dream of deep-filled space I floated
And the moonlight sparkled my hurts in magnificent refraction
Revealing the beauty of jealousy, confusion, fear, and sorrow.
Exquisite the dream that showed me the breadth and depth of each with such clarity.
So I could know the five senses of each and watch them shimmer to dissipation of particulate light. Scattering to the stars to find a home.
One by one I set them free until the cape was no more and iridescent wings fluttered in emergence. And the stars grew nearer and fluttering wings sounded around me…
I knew again my own heartbeat and heard the silence of my own thoughts.
I was free.
Christine’s and Clancy’s once upon a time…
Good Sunday morning to you. A friend sent me this Irish Blessing and I wanted to share it. A great way to start the day if you ask me. Have a good one.
Walking on sunshine, riding a rainbow the tree of my yesterday showed me the way. Dreamy dreams and wild imaginings of heroes and gold passing the days.
Endless blue, benevolent sun freckled my arms and took me away. From petulant parents, squabbling siblings, nosy mcNosies and reality’s sway.
Sing me a rainbow
bathe me in hope
conjure a story
that no one has told
find a venue that offers me cope
Time isn’t ticking
as rainbows ride high
life is a mystery
with clouds passing by
Where is Christine riding her rainbow?
The earth lay fallow
rich in its welcome
Loamy and new
The death swept away
Embrace open to sun
thirsting for water
Aching to grow
and birth rich bounty
A maiden who whisper
to stars and
worships the moon
A canvas blank
impatient to erupt in color
And I, with seed
and with shovel
oblige the sweet earth
to fulfill its destiny
Christine’s fallow field lies here.
Sarah’s Blue Ribbon
Sarah looked at her mantle with a sense of pride
But her one misgiving, she couldn’t hide.
Statues aplenty of bronze and silver bold
But alas not a one with the shade of gold.
Every year she entered baked goods in the County Fair
Her cooking had style, taste, and savoir faire.
But something was missing and the win that she sought
Could never somehow seem to be bought.
But this year she smiled with a devilish grin
I have just the ingredient to garnish the win.
So she mixed up a dish, hoping it would be the one
With a lot of love and a good dash of fun.
Sarah gazed at the judges so serious and dour
Hoping that her dish wouldn’t cause their faces to sour.
But next she saw something she hadn’t seen in a while
All of the judges faces beamed with a smile.
The Blue Ribbon was her’s that had eluded her so
The secret ingredient had won don’t you know.
So if you want to get the judges to smile here’s the fix
Just a pinch of the ganja in Grandma’s brownie recipe mix.
Hope y’all like it and take care,
Hi everybody, hope you’re having a lovely Sunday. The sun is shining and it’s a perfect summer morning out here.
I just wanted to give you a quick heads up. My friend JOS of Shyspeak, has opened a new blog called, Uno Voce (one voice). To my surprise and delight I have discovered he is quite a talented poet. Please go visit him and say hi, read a few of his poems and comment. They are worth the time and are such a perfect read to go with your morning and coffee.
JOS, I’m so jazzed you are doing this. I love your work, you closet poet, you.
I am the ghost at your bedside
hovering closely to hear
I am the anchor that tethers
your spirit to this world
giving you plenty of line
though not release.
I am the voice that sounds
in your aching head and lies
to you for your own good
So you will get well.
I am the fretter select
who clucks and tends
a poor substitute
but…a willing one.
I am the city you left for love
but remain a fan of its lights
now returning to you
as a weary and devoted tourist.