CLEANSING RAIN
Cold, heavy rain falls
No end in sight
A constant hum
forcing quiet
contemplation
The sound of troubles
being washed away
Cleansing the
Cluttered
Landscape
Reminding my heart
even while we live
under the same sky
our needs vary place
to place, day to day
If this day found you
weary, parched or hollow
May it leave you
refreshed, quenched
and overflowing
I am grateful for the opportunity to share my poetry this afternoon at Tidewater Winery in Drumright, OK. I wanted to share one of the poems I will be reading with you.❤️
I have been absent from WordPress lately- just life- and have missed reading your words. I plan to get back in a routine soon.
Simply Sunday
Some days call for revisiting, revising, and then sharing again. Today is one of those days. Sending Love. 💙
Living Kindness
Thirst quenched
with a cup
of cool water
Hunger eased
with a tasty
morsel of food
Fears calmed
within the warmth
of safe shelter
Hands in
desperation
seeking to survive
Hands in
kindness
seeking to share
Hand to heart
Heart to hand
Soul to soul
Doorways opened
Pathways cleared
Kindness lived out
Simply Sunday
Little Lights
I remember catching them as a child-
We called them lightning bugs
Our own personal lanterns
inside glass canning jars
We poked holes in
the metal lids so
they could breathe
Our innocent attempt at compassion
Still, there was a strange
sadness seeing them
up close, held captive
Perhaps because lights,
ours and those belonging
to the lightning bugs, are
meant to shine as we are going
Felicitous Fissure
A heavy haze dimmed
the morning sun-
Smoke from distant fires
Your sudden appearance
displayed a momentary
ray of light
A welcome distraction
from the dusty horizon
I thought you were alone-
Standing, innocent,
out in the open
The lovely green field
a perfect contrast
with your soft tan coat
Then I saw the other-
Your sibling, perhaps?
Barely visible, camouflaged
by a patch of tall grass,
as if hiding
An early morning game
of hide-and-seek?
Do soft, tan fawns
play hide-and-seek?
The thought causes me
to smile as I
continue driving
Hopeful I will soon
break through the
gauzy veil threatening
to steal my breath
An unexpected fissure
begins to form as I
imagine you hopping
into the tall grass-I found you!
Simply Sunday
Some days were made
for cloud watching
Days when light and
shadow compete at
such an intense level
They almost
overwhelm
the imagination
Those days when the world is moving so fast
And it feels impossible
to slow
down
and
breathe
Look up! Make it a day
for cloud watching
And if the clouds are few,
close your eyes and dream
Rhetorical
Baby clouds fade into
the dark midday sky
Ruminating on
the abandoned
wasteland below
I wonder if the clouds
noticed children
playing in the ruins?
I wonder if the world noticed?
Echoes of war mute
all signs of life. Only
children make an attempt
What if the world
saw them in the heart
of the destruction?
Would reactions be
powerful enough to
soften hardened souls
To finally protect the
innocent long enough
to clear away the rubble
We all know the answer
As do the clouds
We have seen the children
No longer playing
No longer living
And the rubble remains
Simply Sunday
Simply Sunday is back! I participated in an author event yesterday, and several friends stopped by. 🩷
Inviting
It has the power
to convey a lifetime
Transcending years past
Instant recall
of sweet memories
as well as difficult days
Its beauty lives in the eyes
The way they twinkle,
glimmer with tears
A message
Clearly conveyed
I see you, I remember
And sometimes,
that sweet smile
acts as a magnet
Connecting past with
present, offering
hope for the future
Surprise Parade
Baby clouds dot
the afternoon sky
Reminding me of a
playground full of children
I wonder if the clouds noticed
The parade of geese this morning?
Adults noticed-
I’m certain of that!
Cranky car horns honked,
unintentionally joining
The naturally humorous
noise of such a procession
What if children witnessed the parade?
Would their laughter influence
Reactions powerful enough
to transform the noises of
impatience, anger, and greed
Enticing wearied souls
back to the carefree
wonder of childhood
At least long enough to enjoy
a morning parade of geese
Compassionate Front
I closely observed them
Groups of two, three, four,
and so on, in a variety of
interesting shapes and sizes
Like families…
Some groups were secluded,
while others gathered close
I smiled, as they seemed
to act out stories
encouraging imagination
And play in childhood
games of hide-and-seek,
chase, and charades
Individuals also
stood on the outskirts,
no apparent family
Once noticed and invited,
They happily joined
the ongoing festivities
They are all part of the same sky
Suddenly, the groups
converged, and a
storm began to brew
Disagreements tossed
like lightning bolts
Grumblings rolled
into thunder claps
Until the rain began to fall-
Cleansing rain, like tears
quietly saying, I’m sorry
Repairing and renewing,
returning to their unique front
with restored compassion
Like the peace following a
thunderstorm, may we allow
our tears to cleanse our hearts
Happy 250th birthday, America! May we return to the strength found in compassion. ❤️🤍💙🕊️
Simply Sunday
It Might Snow
Sweet baby girl
Little sister
Already loved
Your big sister
is so excited
to meet you
“Around Christmas time, when it might snow!”
Somehow, I think
she knew about you
before anyone else
Big sisters have
been known to
be a bit bossy
Yes, this is a personal admission
But I have a feeling
the two of you
will be best friends
And the rest of us
will continue to watch,
to learn, and to love
Piano Girl 