Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Farmer and the Girl


The marginal thunder has create an evening curtain
Landscape infinitely rolling painted Iris Moss
There is a house high on a hill
Wooden recluse brought tears
A pontification veiled the woman’s thoughts
Cortex of the medulla oblongata gave her weakness
The side’s steps leading to the kitchen were just as rickety
Are these the staircase to heaven heard about?
Once inside a familiarity painted her with comfort

The attic intrigued with wonderful smells of musty treasures
Collections of nostalgia flooded emotions
Feeling and touching with the same amour of lovers
Aged jars with yellowed labels, handsomely painted bees
Cobwebs scalloped window sills resembling Victorian lace
Just then splendor of nature caught her eye

There were honeycombs
Assumption she was sure was correct
Feeling melancholy when she was whisked away
There remained strong feelings within the cells

Evening curtain tucked away
Sunlight saturate each window
She had to ponder about the evening’s adventure
Came to a conclusion, awareness of bees
She was a farmer no doubt….oh she was a farmer










Monday, June 27, 2011

Last Chance

Day brings forth beauty
Evening masks events of time
Totality of human race brings forth sorrow

The tunnel harbors change
Squeezing tighter and tighter towards egress
There will be dawn,
Another time
Spectacular light

Humanity alone brings humanity to tears
The light is brilliant!

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Facades


Life spent looking through windows
Much time wasted staring at open portals
Colorful existence grinds down to soul
Obsession becomes reality, as reality becomes nil

Exceptional beauty parades through the day
Night time veils
As mouth is sewn closed ,torture is friend
Morning once again the butterfly dances
Ropes twist so violently

Oceans roar and become tiny frothing bubbles
Days, weeks, months spin uncontrollably
It all passes too quickly
Life is a façade do we not see
Hold tightly emulating tiny seedlings

The beauty now is viewed in rages
Jealousy turns to tears
Stain glass turns milky and opaque
 Window becomes further from view
For what we see is not always what we get

Life is a great façade
The ocean is crystal clear, no longer hiding its victims


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Hold Those Ghosts

Saturday came and went as quickly as the wind whispers through the meadow of wild flowers then picks up with dead silence. 
My best friends daughter is having her second child.  Today most mothers-to-be want the mystery of their babies sex, so we already know her bump cradles a precious baby girl.
The baby shower was long awaited, as I picked out my outfit, chose my jewlery, sorting out from my many shoes, the perfect color with my new top.

The guest of honor arrived promptly with her husband and son.   All three gave their warm hellos.  Then my friends daughter sat down and we devoured our lunch. 
Husband and son stayed to have lunch.  They were hungry too!
Right after the last bite, they repeated the same dance; this time exiting as they gave warm hugs and kisses out the door.

Yes, the baby shower was buzzing with excitment as the queen of the day was honored with gifts.  Of course there were oohs, and ahs as she held up the tiny princesses treasures. 
It was your usual baby shower filled with hens cackling and gossiping.  On the end of one table there was activity that was temporarily private as I was in communication with another world.  Spirits care that there is a room full of woman!  They just want to get their message through.
 
Hi, I'm William!!  That was the first conversation I heard.  Instinctively I knew who to give the message to   followed by three different names all female.  Then he said ask her about my turtles!  When the spirit William said this, he sounded like a little boy.  All full of giggles and mischive.
Linda could not believe what I was saying.  Each name and information given, she was bursting with excitement.
William went back home one year ago a few days before Fathers Day and this was his families first holiday without dad.  Linda confirmed all the information with her best friend.  William was her friends father.

Fathers Day this year and every year after will be spend with tears of joy and happiness for their father.
I understand Williams urgency to get the message off to his family.  That morning his family went to the cemetary to morn and William only wanted his family to know he was extremely happy.
The party was dying down and guest were starting to depart. Linda and I said our goodbyes.   With tear in her eyes, Linda thanked me for the special gift I gave her and her best friends family.

Each time I am given messages from the departed, I never know how the person will react, but so far all were joyous.  I no longer worry people will think I am crazy.  I have been given a beautiful gift and as I  put a smile on someone, I smile twice as hard, for my gift is the bestest present I ever got!

Good night sweet William, good night!