#4, After

We can still be normal.

After the loss.

Sometimes when we let it happen.

We can still be the family we were before.

When we aren’t paying attention.

When we ignore the empty chair.

But it doesn’t last forever.

The absence of her steady laugh in the back ground.

Is a screaming silence.

That is never really covered over,

by the temporary laughter.

 

12 p.m.

It’s seems funny, the way the animals sound at a distance, the mountains stand tall, I have read they could be mustard seeds, only if my faith allows…

Sway

Sway branches creak

all night long

in the frolicsome storm

I remember your voices

and the ceaseless chanting of your leaves

sing to me your stories

on the autumn winds

rock me in your arms

until the world never ends

On The Trail.

As boots crunch a trail through the leaves of the beech,
And the ferns grow to sun that is just out of reach,
The fireflies dance like a lantern alight,
While their laughter disperses the silence of night.

Mountains in the Sand

The grains of sand

Are joined in turn

A rock is formed

In this.

When gathered more

The grains of sand

A boulder

Now exists.

When gathered All

The grains together

Now I can see

The mountains in the sand.

The Green Canoe- Poem #3 for Poetry Half Marathon by Ingrid Exner

The Green Canoe by Ingrid Exner- Half Marathon Poem

6. Play-Canoe on Beach

I took this in Tobermorey 2013

 

It greets me at the water’s edge

Where pebbles meet the shore

“Come closer friend,” it beckons me

“And I shall tell you more.”

 

Of sparkling waters deep and clear

Weathered rock and trees,

Of Natural beauty everywhere

As far as your eye sees.

 

“Take me to the water” and

“Travel with me, down the bay”

“All you need to bring is your paddle

To bring with you this day.”

Poem #3 for poetry half marathon

A bit about me.

At least when my ADD
collides with my OCD
Things are chaotically
happening orderly.

I can sing a song of six-pence,
but not one of five,
uneven numbers,
sting in my head like angry bees
from a sticky hive.

I can also sing really fast,
marching to the drums,
Oooh squirrel!
What, how, when – FOCUS!
Hopefully I’ll stay, hold your thumbs!

Now you know a little about yours truly,
I don’t suffer ADD or OCD,
I think these things
are suffering
me!

At least when my ADD
collides with my OCD
Things are chaotically
happening orderly.

The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part IV

Over the top – flamboyant,
is how many artists are caught to fight the front lines,
for me,
I was standing too close to the edge of the bunker,
the dirt gave way and I fell inside,
alone and screaming for my comrades to come
rescue me…
they couldn’t hear my voiceless cries,
I couldn’t hear my voiceless cries…

– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 11:00 am

 

Summer Time

Its so great to see the beautiful Beaches

Lay in the sun

Feel the gentle breeze blowing

Enjoy the sand and sea

Just to know we have it all

Is a wonderful blessing to me.

The best that you can be!

Don’t be an imposter in your own life!

Stand in your power

Speak your truth

Break up with Fear, Anger and Worry

You are way too good for them

Hang out with Love, Wisdom and truth

Much more fun to be had

 

Open your heart

tear down the walls!

Explore the love unconditional

Start with yourself first and foremost

The rest will take care of itself

And watch it spread far and wide

Distance is no boundary

 

For intentions originating from the heart

Are far reaching and have no concept of time or distance

Be the best that you can be

Start out small and before you know it

The momentum is in full swing!

 

Make peace with yourself for we are all

A work in progress

Every little bit helps to move us

Along the way to being the best

that we can be