The Poetry Marathon

i once had a dream before the pain

(before the time that you were lost)

when i saw you i melted

every single time

wanting to tell you

asking myself

what is this?

(i knew…)

~Love~

i wish i was a ranger of the forest

listening to the crunch of fall leaves

under my beat~up old gumboots 

as i peruse the woods in the crisp air

under a fluffy sky full of clouds

surrounded by a symphony of color

marching and munching

on my homemade sourdough

Once upon a time

I was so excited

By all my presents

For Christmas.

Though I could not open them

Because I had snuck into the closet

They were hidden in.

I held them with glee

Then put them back carefully

And that Christmas

Was the worst one ever.

There weren’t any surprises

And there wasn’t any joy

The lesson was learned

The hard way.

I never cheated Christmas again.

Not All Who Wander Are Lost

…You may not know the way

But it will find you

When you aren’t looking…

…You might make a wrong turn

And not just one

But every dead end

Leads you closer to your truth…

…You look lost to the world

You feel lost to yourself

But you are finding your way…

…And you find it

By wandering… 

Not hungry

for breakfast food

of green.

I am not Sam.

It would seem…

No one knows what normal is.

Only a word.

Remember this always.

Make every day count.

Always be yourself.

Love who you are.

without a sound

i never heard

a quiet

that deafens 

so loudly

hurting my ears

until the day i went

from here to there

standing on the edge

of a cliff

listening

into the wilderness

of the past

out west

my foot

one step to the next

worn center stones

ancient peoples 

everywhere

if only you looked

with your mind

softly

quietly

reverently

hearing them roar

without making a sound

Down~

Down~~

Down~~~

~In the ground~~~

~~~A blast from the past~~

~~A diamond was found~

Oh, how it sparkled!

Oh, how it shined!

~So happy to find~

This lost earring of mine!

I see through the cracks

Of the ridges inside you

The misty magic beyond

Beckons to me

I see through the cracks

Of the ripples inside you

Love infusing the air

It’s mine it surrounds you

~my boys

~my boys

~my boys

were three until they were four

~my girls

~my girls

~my girls 

are three until they are two

~my kids

~my kids

~my kids

always are some ~often are more

Those who have Gone~

~Leave me room to Explore

My heart always Full~

~Of sweet purrrrrs Galore