Nobody told me
how much I would miss you
Maybe they assumed I knew
Common sense and all
But common sense is not
the same as preparation
And missing you is something
I couldn’t prepare for anyway
I suppose they were
trying to do me a favor
A way to enjoy time with
no thoughts of finality
If I even believe in time
Truth is, I already knew
No warning needed
I knew, just kept the
knowing buried deep
Buried deep
until it was time
to remember both
the happy and the sad
Simply Sunday
TRY AGAIN
The drought spreads
dry, dusty air
into my lungs
Seeps under my skin
Hardens my heart
Oppresses my soul
I search for
A sip of water
A drop of rain
Any semblance of relief
I know it exists
That kind of help
already at work
before you even
know it is needed
A light breeze
carrying a cloud
A heavy cloud
releasing the rain
I try to sing
but the words
get caught
in the back
of my throat
You quietly whisper
I am here. Try again
One note carries another
and soon, a melody emerges
from a time long gone-
Restoring body, heart, mind, and soul
“He hides my soul in the cleft of the rock that shadows a dry, thirsty land.” Fanny Crosby
Carried Home
White and wispy
they floated upward
from the horizon
into the wide blue
Like snowy doves
wings spread wide
in a recurring
pattern of flight
Worries that held
tight to my heart
began to fade-
Not withdrawing
but loosening their grip
Funny how peace occupies
the most curious spaces
requiring only moments
before offering relief
I may have been
driving my car
but it was the clouds
that carried me home
The Daffodil and Me
Buried deep in the earth
surrounded by fertile soil
a cycle of moisture
and warmth from
an unseen source above
Encouraging the tiniest of stretches
Baby roots begin
to reach while
grounded- In chorus,
ready to follow
an unknown path
The hard work of
seed to sprout-
The patience of
bud to flower
while weathering storms
Until the sun affectionately
lifts her lovely face
toward the sky
begging the question
What comes next?
This poem is from my collection The Space Between Clouds.
Simply Sunday
IN THE CLOUDS
Posed on a calm
quiet breeze
or shouted
in frantic storms
the question remains the same
Do you see me?
My soul longs
to slow down
to be still
Locking my eyes on
the whole of you
Do you see me?
Recognizing the purpose
provided in your design
whether serene or inclement
Answering your question
as you answer mine
Yes! There you are! I see you!
Simply Sunday
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
Piano Girl 