Flower Lady
Is She Bright Enough?
We went to an Iris Dement concert a while back. It was great and it inspired a song as well as this picture. This is totally not a picture of Iris, but rather a picture of how I felt after hearing her sing. I went with the song, and forgot to post this lady, so here you go.
An Eternal Moment of Love
Angels singing
with the mourning dove
wakes me to the new day
whispering my name
my real name…
Meanwhile
the praying mantis
is always praying
every moment
with every part of its being
Such is living in the now
In the Now
I eternally love life
Nuts to You (and to me)
The nut of it
The kernel of eternal truth
can be a bit tough
to get to
through the shell
AH! But the meat is tasty!
Sudden Verve
On the bank of the wide old river
where the elderberry and mugwort
wave to each other in the breezes
A plodding turtle family
came upon a band of musical crickets
prepping up for an evening concert
Suddenly
with verve
Happy turtles…
First Meeting
Their first meeting…
a faded drop of paint
off in a plain section of washes
as if the brush was afraid of the paper
The background of pastel strangers
sketched with tenuous bristle
into hours of exuberant meeting
The images of tree and bush
river near lake, appeared
a landscape of love becoming
tendrils and clouds emerging
Like the constructs of humans
the garden wall was built
and covered with vines almost instantly
So strong the urge to grow and flower
celebrating each day of life together
Inspirations
Spontaneous inspiration overtook
the overlooked corners of our psyche
awakening the inner jukebox
There’s a lightness to the step
of the person who is kept
on toes of celebration
of joyous conversation
Yes….!
Rock of Love
as a child, he depended upon
hanging on tenuous hooks
prepared for fun and silliness
unmitigated play amongst
heaps of adult minefields
the knowing piled up high
in his gut of guts
no matter what
the insidious circumstances
there was the rock of his father’s love
tethered and bonded in an ocean of emotion
as a man, there exists calm fortitude
while they grow softly closer
in age, maturity, and wisdom
even while physical distance gaps
growing space separates with a padding of love
Start Your Engines
In the company of the Muse
and a troupe of her affiliates
(or is it her initiates?)
the air vibrates with enthusiasm
creative epiphanies sparking
in the air like mini-lightning
—
One session – a jolt from the starter
revved up for a daytrip of ideas
—
Regular gatherings
keep the engines running
on a symbiotic think fuel
and maintained by heart mechanics
Beginnings
Babies are babies
no matter what animal
And the cuteness factor
quadruples the chances
for adults to emerge
The innocence of beginner’s mind
is open and attractive
And the pristine thought patterns
quadruple the chances
for inspiration to be sparked
Embracing the Tell
Have you ever noticed…
Through the corner of your eye
or the edge of your hearing
without an inkling of a cause
except the tiniest tug in the gut
???
There on the periphery of perception
some truths lie in wait
ever since pushed out of focus
on some long ago forgotten date
In an obscure attempt
to adjust with more accuracy
the lenses with a twist of fate
Else, guarding, in a simple
pursuit of happiness
and fed by delusions of denial
or other coping mechanisms
—
Those there – tickling
the edges of our awareness
Embrace the tell, turn on the truth
and step into all of you…