Where are you, my peaceful mind?
you call on me, from time to time
you make me question what is mine
through fields of corn, and city grime
where are you, my active mind?
you dart, you dash, you intertwine
my habits, as I’m so inclined
but choices, hardly worth my time
where are you, my precious mind?
to what decree are you assigned?
to what degree are you aligned?
and are these questions really mine?
L.M. 1:03 p.m., January 20th, 2015.
I caught you
and like a triumphant angler
looked around to see if I
was alone in my find
.
your eyes shifted
saw those around you, processed
with a feeling mind
.
there was no wall
there was fear and light
and I wanted to reach out my hand and say,
“Welcome
.
Where are you from? Where are you going?
Have you been here long?”
and I’d offer to help
.
my lips move in silence
as I tell you to be strong
be patient with the changes
not all will seem good
stay friendly if you can
not everyone knows it
good jobs will pay
for work not time
so be wary of those
who ask for both
and always smile at the one
with curious eyes
.
where there’s no wall
just fear and light
reach out your hand and say,
“Welcome”
.
.
.
.
Copyright L.M. 2010.
This poem was written last year, when my sister challenged me to write about Florida. Castles, castles, in the sand….. Anyway, hope you enjoy 🙂
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.)
it’s in her style
paths of words streaming
seeming
beaming
their peace upon us all
as we sing out delight
at the voice in our heads
perhaps mouthed in pain
or wreathing
or the simple hurt of breathing
barely there and yet
a final stanza’s set
forgiving all we weren’t
unopened in the eyes of many
sitting all alone
in waiting and impatience
wondering at such
use of passive tense
for not all eyes can see
splendid verbose beauty
but sit here we
gliding fingers highlight text
whose passion rises ours
left only to second-guess
whose life personified
yours or his
hers or mine
ignorant of time
and so it settles
her adorning mind
Copyright L.M. 2006.
(My sister had a different interpretation for this poem when she read it; she thought it was about the Virgin Mary….. have another read and you might see why she, and I now too, can glean that meaning from it…..)
under every pyramid
and bodies freshly tanned
finds the topic of my poem
it’s my tiny bag of sand
I can see it in my mind
like ideas newly planned
a little piece of Heaven
is my tiny bag of sand
people walk along the coastline
picking shells up in their hand
but they’ll never grasp the concept
of my tiny bag of sand
it’s my beauty, it’s my pleasure
it’s my way around the bland
it reminds me of a better day
my tiny bag of sand
Copyright L.M. 2007. (alternate end stanza:
it’s my beauty, it’s my pleasure
it’s my way around the bland
it reminds me of a better day
on vacation, far away
idolizing Hemingway
my tiny bag of sand )
if you ask me I will tell
the story of my chance
sentences strung as one
beautiful words taking turns
to paint the scene
of immortal love
if you ask me I won’t hide
won’t push the thoughts aside
you’ve always been light
ever since the first
and I sense till the end
oh to be there, with love
if you ask me I will say
truth to you, one
do you know I’ve been there?
just ask and I will say
like a stem grows each day
to hold its beauty high in the air
yes, love, I’ve been there
I have seen what I should not
and I didn’t want to return
but you — yes, you frighten
I could swear on my life
you take my breath away
love, have you been there?
I want to change your mind
I want to show it could be
love, I beg you to tell me
someday you’ll join me there
Finished: 6:18 a.m., Tuesday, November 20th, 2007. (adjustments 6:26 a.m. to final verse, same day; further adjustments 6:32 a.m., again to the final verse, again the same day).
Copyright L.M. 2007. (see note on next poem. perhaps exaggeration, emphasis on feeling, not necessarily definition).
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