Memories

Memorial to light that shines, guiding fallen angels to glory

Traveling, can’t find my way, the great metropolitan

Heads upon billows as twins dine with lady of harbor

Train brings fright, loneliness, faces of the unappealing

Does any one know I have to travel alone

Lost in a place don’t want to be

Looking up at the sky, the angels they help find

Asking man, woman, speaking in monotone they sleep among ashes

Longing for mother and her doe

Playing part in a horror tale, her acting days are through

Want to go home, and limbo is my new

Cascade of tears form beautiful lace patterns

Cold slaps of concrete pave the way for her

Prayers are heard held tight bringing comfort to dark

Some find tranquility, feeling temperatures of asphalt remain

Cherubs scatter pearls comforting ocean

Rest will welcome tired

Who stood before, eternally protect sleeping angels

Vestiges of souls mothers will embrace

Imprints of Mystery

There lies a light somewhere behind the mind

Brilliance of a super nova

Lighting the way for thousand souls

Do we hear the way of others?

Do we see the way of life?

Spectacular presence surrounds the universe

Is there love where we hate?

Is there hate where we love?

The answers are found between the lilac groves

Where wind is stuck for many years

This is where solace can be found

Seeds are planted; continuance of life

Birds fly with endless possibilities

Children grow

The why we do not know

It is a never ending dream

The Window

Vermin has no place in life

Dream fog propels into enchantment

Filth piled high emulating mountains in Swiss Alps

Spider web, medium of art creates delicate French lace.

Momentarily transfixed as environment waits execution

Confetti drops from sky; colors mesmerizing.

Browns, ochre, sienna, taupe army of visual delight

Sparrows, mightiest infinitesimal warriors defending foraging rights and territory

Robin, warrior taking center stage

Pretentious general boasting

Cardinal flaunting brilliant reds sits upon lilac bush.

Color disperses, center attraction, viewing singular shade.

Friends sing melodically, entertaining at noon.

Squirrel spastically throws delicate figure, seeds spray to ground,

Feast diverted elsewhere

Crowd disperses heaven bound, taking refuge from passersby’s.

State of pleasure interrupted

Hardship surrounds woman or does it?

All Over Again

In the garden she buries and forgets man

Sense of touch roots, creating a new world

Everyone is invited if there not too busy

Top is spinning, colors opaque, high pitch whine

She cries, am I the only one observing!

Why would they deliberately miss the melody?

But she is crippled over her garden

Conducting an orchestrated balance

There comes a time white freezes over

She joins melancholy frame

Once a purple delight lasting in its hibernation

The window gave her show all season

But alas it’s through

She never forgets gift they sent

Curtain of heaven passes each day

Darkness lifted as the old man sleeps

Coloring like a child again, tongue included

She smiles, smelling perfume

And the Willow Weeps

Falling,

  Spiraling

     Abyss eats a corpse

Darkness becomes friend

Iron and manure placed on pulse points whiffing perfume

Are those roots dancing with devil?

Wine passed around me, you and the thing

Intoxicate make dizziness newest dance craze

Mildew surrounds senses sun up, sun down

Dredging up past lives

Tears fall upon earth watering weeds, perhaps wild strawberries

When organic, lies we hear

Promises never kept

How ironic living can be

Parading facades about town

Will children learn

Will earth morn

Will we ever be alive

Just a piece of sand blowing in wind

Beautiful flowers, or are they

Children will forget

How much that makes us weep

Watching, listening, roll over and over and over

I’ve had enough

Blind with light

Child Has a Secret

The woman sees things hidden from most

A child transformed into motherhood

Vision shows me all

Upon my lap the child smiles donning angel wings

Innocence shrouds her with every cell of flesh

Girls converse with luminous familiarity

Treasure box fetches applause as curtain drapes down exposing nudity

The audience holds their breath

Hummingbird don’t fly tonight but lay upon clouds

For you are the sacred pollinator symbolizing rebirth

Behold diamond in the ruff

Open your precious womb

Presenting Madonna with open arms

Swaddle hummingbird, never let it go

Just Another Day

 Darkness wraps constricting tentacles making every day living complex

 Depression becoming comrade singing songs of nonsense

 Lick up liquor dirty swains with matching finger filth.

 Sun presents colors of spectrums blinding rainbow

 Script rolled tight, tattered, lullaby hideous at present.

 Pretty ladies dancing, glowing like jack-o-lanterns under full moon light

 Glorious woman tranquil against field of hay looking magnificent

 She believes righteousness of religion

 Scaling life’s mountainous obstructions

Here we go again!

 Never giving up; does not give up either 

 Obstinate little creature!

 Heard the same lyrics till head exploded

Can they be quiet!

 Faced another day, but can’t figure strength

 Decades have passed familiarity keeps warm

 An abyss starving, giving indigestion once again

 Spits out like poison

Touché

Give Him One More Chance

He walks through metropolitan town granddaughter surgically attached to hip
Wandering aimlessly looking for lost and found
His mind is gone

Searching through rubble, archeologist he claims
Take peak in trash cans maybe you'll find me there
Catch me if you can, heard audibly in the wind
Baby don't cry, poppa will find his mind tomorrow

Clothes frail and thin, man in old folks home
Conversations with presidents, dignitaries, he gets to choose
Dinning with aristocrats, sits in formal way
Eyes roll up like tattered shades 
They say he caught a fit that’s the conclusion

They give him pretty pills to eat at noon
He found his mind while dining
No grandchild to spend days with
Presidents don’t hob knob acting as guest

Neither famous archeologist can he claim

Give the man one more chance, cause he wishes he hadn't!

                                               

World Alzheimer's Month

An awareness of World Alzheimer's Month was unknown to me.  When a disease does not hit you personally, we as humans, are unaware and oblivious to certain marks of respect, and I am guilty of this act.
One of my poetic acquaintances familiarized me with this reality.  She also has a poetry blog and posted acknowledgements of this horrible disease by redeployement of  poetry.

Please visit her blog at:  lifeindegrees.blogspot.com. 
If you are need information about Alzheimer's, follow the links below:

http://www.alz.org/, http://www.alzfdn.org/