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We sit as Wildflowers
...And 13 other poems
2009
Table of Contents
We sit as wildflowers
Questions are the answers
Around Again
Who are we, then?
Take my wick
White conducts my rainbow
Song on the Wind
Haiku collection (7 haikus)
Preview to book #2
We Sit as Wildflowers
I sit
in a field
with you
We talk
about things
none to mock
none to hear
We eat
Our cantaloupe
juice
lining our mouths
you humming
that song
me singing
along
I swing
my legs
and toss back
my hair
We do not live like rocks,
so grounded,
but a wildflower,
Growing freely.
Forever, in that breeze,
we live.
Questions are the Answers
There’s always going to be another mountain,
But what if there’s no prize?
We’re always looking for answers,
But what if they’re inside?
You never know what may be
What you’re searching for,
When questions are the answers,
Why do we need more and more?
You can never say
How long it may last,
So keep your chin up
And don’t go so fast!
Around Again
Some say that life
after death
is impossible
I say that life
is a circle
no end
An end
is a beginning
the start,
just a change. . .
A trip back
around again
But death, some may say,
surely that is an end?
No, I reply.
For that
is the biggest
beginning.
Who are we, Then?
What is Rain?
Rain is everyone, altogether.
the link of all life,
the passageway to promise
Why does rain come?
Rain comes to teach us
teach us to love, smell, and see, and feel. . .
to let us float and dream
To whom does Rain belong?
Rain is not owned, for Rain owns.
everyone and everything belongs to Rain.
it mercifully gives us life, and all that we know
The real question is,
if we can see all these things about Rain,
then why do we treat it as an unfortunate happening,
instead of
a path
a teacher
a caretaker
a gift?
The dark, gloomy clouds disguise Rain.
But who are we, then, if we cannot
see past them?
Take My Wick
My light will still be on
For you
My light will always shine
It will be bright,
My light,
For you
Watch for my wick
When you’re coming home
In the windowsill
My lantern,
Bright
And forever, I’ll shine
To show you
The way
And I’ll keep my light
Still bright
Here, take my wick
And set
Afire
Your light,
So you can shine.
White Conducts My Rainbow
Listen to color
A symphony is playing for us
Do not be blinded
Hear green sing
In harmony with blue
Everything in sync,
Lend an ear
Do not be blinded
Watch white conduct your rainbow
Contrasting with black to provide
A new kind of song
It playfully trills
And hops
Off the notes
Color has much to tell us
Watch white conduct your rainbow
Do not be blinded
Why does color have to be
A sight?
Listen to color
Watch white conduct your rainbow
Song on the Wind
I hear
I see
I feel
A song on the wind
A symphony of nature
The music of life
A budding flower
is an oboe
humming the flowing harmony
slowly opening its bud
stretching in the bright early sunlight
sweet nectar aroma
bright pink petals a bed for a bug
I hear
I see
I feel
A song on the wind
A symphony of nature
The music of life
A blazing candle
is a saxophone
playing its burning jazz tune
heat warming the room
soft smoke in the air
light piercing the black night
swirling fiery blaze
I hear
I see
I feel
A song on the wind
A symphony of nature
The music of life
A cluster of fall leaves
is a flute
trilling its colorful melody
twirling, drifting, gracefully
blowing in the breeze, fluttering away. . .
rustling,
spiraling,
dancing, on the mossy ground
colors changing bright and bold
I hear
I see
I feel
A song on the wind
A symphony of nature
The music of life
A calm still puddle
is a cello
singing its rich solo
reflecting the sky, the trees
carrying water, so precious
like a cup, holding life,
a single raindrop bursts the image
I hear
I see
I feel
A song on the wind
A symphony of nature
The music of life
A car
A highway
A factory
Silence. . .
not a song
not a symphony
no music
quiet,
still,
yet the loudest of all
Haiku Collection
Cantaloupe Juice
Just sitting today
Rinds piled on the table
That cantaloupe juice
Fish
Like they’re in water
Dancing, catching in my hair
Cherry blossom tree
Stairstep Ants
Up and up the trunk
Following the ant in front
What is at the top?
Crust
A whiff from inside
Calling me, sweet aroma
It leaves with the breeze
Down Here, Out There
Why are we down here?
I wonder to the moon, but
I already know
Beach Toes
I don’t mind the cold
Squelching between my toes
Barefoot in the sand
Found My Spots
There’s spots in me, too
Let the ladybugs show you
Life will circle on
Preview to poetry book #2
Wild Strawberries
“Home is where the heart is”
I hear them say.
And that’s sort of true--
in a way.
But home is not
wherever you go,
My home is where
the wild strawberries grow.
Where you can play
all day long,
then climb up a Tree
And hum a sweet song.
Where thoughts can roam,
and bare feet prance.
That is my home,
where butterflies dance.
But home is not
wherever you go,
My home is where
the wild strawberries grow.
Where poetry lies
in lines against white,
and curtains are tied
so you can see the sun’s Light.
Where across the street,
blossoms play.
“Come under our Tree”
you hear them say.
Where Poppies Pop
and Bluebells Ring,
That is my home
where the Songbirds Sing.
That’s where my heart is,
that’s where I’m home.
Forever I’ll be
where the wild strawberries grow.
Just Tree and I
Out in the back,
majestic and tall,
grows that one big oak
that never lets me fall.
Up high in the sky,
just Tree and I,
I’ll never fall down,
down to the ground.
I feel like I’m free
way up in that Tree.
Its just Tree and I,
looking up to the sky.
Everything’s perfect
when I sit on that branch.
Like the world drops away
when Tree and me play.
The sky up above
filled with dim light
And the field down below
with little dots of white.
They’re calling from inside,
from up on the deck,
where my Trees are cut,
sanded and pressed.
But I think I’ll stay here
in the Tree made for me
and keep traveling in time
way up in the sky.
I feel like I’m free,
way up in that Tree.
Its just Tree and I,
looking up to the sky.
Their Race Will Not Last
Watch them speed; they won’t take the lead.
They’re going too fast,
their race will not last.
I say, slow down!
But they’re going too fast.
In my race,
you cannot pass.
If you go too fast,
you won’t take the lead.
The thing that matters most
is not the speed.
It makes me sad,
to see them go
way ahead, like it’s their own show.
Watch them speed; they won’t take the lead.
They’re going too fast,
their race will not last.
They worry about speed,
but they can succeed!
If only they’d slow,
then they’d have
something to show!
Wouldn’t it be sad
if they came to the start
of the circle again,
just to realize
they never ran?
This is your only race to run.
If you go too fast,
your race will not last.
A Trillion Grains of Sand
A trillion grains of sand,
You’re one in a million.
Even when I’m feeling small,
Next to you I can walk tall.
You’re the circle and won’t care
When others are the square.
You’re the grain of sand that’s red
Yet you’re never worried about being ahead.
You’re the fish that swims upstream,
The one who dares to dream.
You can reach up higher
And will walk out on a wire.
A trillion grains of sand,
You’re one in a million.
A gazillion stars at night,
You’re the star the shines out bright.
You will find a way,
At the very end of the day.
You’re my star that shines out bright,
You’re one in a million.
You’re the fish that swims upstream,
The one who dares to dream.
You’ll stand up for what’s right
Because you’re light is bright.
You’re not afraid to go in space,
Not worried about winning the race.
A gazillion stars at night,
You’re the star that shines out bright.
So, what do you think? Please post comments! Wild Strawberries is a poem about my family moving. It is one of my favorites- the other is We sit as Wildflowers. I am currently working on more poems that I will post here when I have finished them. Thanks for stopping by my poetry thread!
Kayfee:el1:
P.S. Just a quick note-- if you want to read an inspiring story, look for my new thread called Moonlight Magic of Clair de Lune!
Thanks so much for reading my work!
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