Seven Seasons

building bridges from town to town
you’re leaving boards by the wayside
and down by the riverside
they’re calling your name

underneath your heavy cloak
I know you’ve bared your soul tonight
and by the morning light
you’ll be on your way

your temples aching
your memory, breaking
and time is taking
way too long
way too long

when you come back long from now
your reputation true and bona fide
I’ll be by the riverside
still calling your name
calling your name

          

          

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (written February 26th, 2008.).

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Castles (September 2006)

This poem was written last year, when my sister challenged me to write about Florida.  Castles, castles, in the sand…..  Anyway, hope you enjoy    🙂

      

Castles         

it isn’t silence
the sound of light winds
muffled by the white
soft underfoot
recently blessed by sun
sings to the water
tucking, buckling,
racing chariots of miniature waves
leaving treasures to be found
and closely examined
by little hands and feet
the passing curious
whose eyes stray easily
landing upon the pier
with the fishermen ready
dinner in mind
(or maybe pizza tonight)
looking from face to smiling face
everyone knows
everyone feels
it’s love at first breath
sound
touch
sight
and smell
cleansing salty air
performs a miracle
delivering its message of peace
infiltrating lungs with purity
seaweed and all
inciting song and dance for many
and adoration for all

  

    

Copyright L.M. 2006.  (yes, this is a repost, but if you didn’t want to download the .doc file you can now read it here.)