Saturday, March 3, 2012

Living Will

("Ceremony Ashes" *from the "Impressions in Barbados" series,Walter Smith)

I don’t want to be buried,
-when I die-
My body incarcerated,
smelling putrid, like old
milk having solidified.
Sharing elbow room where
The earth worm has burrowed.
This does not appeal to me
once my life has ended.

Rather, bake me into ashes,
pepper me in the sea-
travel me free, like a careless
fish without purpose.
Send me off with your wishes-
a goodbye ceremony-
as my gritty bulk traverses
the ocean floor. This is what I’ll
wish for when my breathing ceases.

*Linking up to Poetics over at dVerse

Friday, March 2, 2012


The planets aligned today.
Just perfectly.
Awakened with the feeling
of being watched,
I found her sapphire eyes
simply gazing at me.
As our eyes connected
and my brain began to register,
her face delivered
a smile that vanquished
the remaining dimness
from the room.
And I was left without
my usual hesitation
to throw back the covers.
From her playpen, I
lifted her into my arms, 
she hugged me close, 
And the morning,
it became priceless
as we shared peanut butter
toast, she with milk in her sippy,
and I, coffee in my Snoopy mug,
the two of us,
snuggling and watching Franklin. 

And in the rainy, cool afternoon
such contrast from the hot sunny
day before, I returned her
to her momma
And went on with my daily chores.
Later, sitting at my computer,
I read how the alignment of the
planets-on this down cycle day
of mother nature’s bipolar disorder-
would cause your broom
to stand unassisted in the middle
of the kitchen floor.  I, of course,
But it did, in fact, stand like a
haunting, taunting me all on its
own, if only it would have swept my
floor while it was showing off. 

The witch’s vehicle stood there, alone,
for over two hours.
It survived attack of the two black
labs; it did not budge. 
But as we all know, the planets,
they rotate-their alignment ever
changing.  And consequentially,
 the broom toppled
 to the floor-the clank, pop of 
wood meeting linoleum,
And at that moment, my
Lucy Fur (cat) took it upon herself
to attack her food storage
knocking the container
over and flooding the tile
with chicken-flavored bites. 
So, there I was with the lifeless 
broom, sweeping up the mess.
I think the bristles mocked me.
The planets aligned today,
just perfectly.

(my favorite overnight house guest)

**Had breakfast with my favorite baby girl today.  It was a great start to the morning.  and my broom really did stand alone in the middle of my kitchen floor, surviving my dogs, for greater than two hours.  

**linking up to dVerse for the spoken word poem prompt.  

Wednesday, February 29, 2012


(picture found on google images)

I’ll take the dream I had last night
And put her in the freezer
Hide her behind the frozen steak
And hope nobody sees her.

I’ll take the wishes on my lips
And place them on the burner
I’ll boil them until pristine
and preserve them in my armor

I’ll take the hope behind my eyes
And place him in the kiln
I’ll toast him to a golden brown
And cover him with film.

I’ll save them for that stormy day-
my dream, my wishes, my hope-
and with them prepare a pleasing feast,
one sure to quell my mope.

**linking to OLN at dVerse

** "Frozen dream" was my inspiration today, Shel Silverstein always a favorite of mine in childhood. I used his first two lines to get mine started, an idea given by Mary Oliver from Real Toads on Friday's challenge.  It helped me wake up my comatose muse and at least get her semi-conscious! 

Shel Silverstein

I'll take the dream I had last night
And put it in my freezer,
So someday long and far away
When I'm an old grey geezer,
I'll take it out and thaw it out,
This lovely dream I've frozen,
And boil it up and sit me down
A dip my old cold toes in.”
― Shel SilversteinA Light in the Attic

Friday, February 10, 2012

The Calling (magical realism)

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                  "Fledge" 2005 painting by Steven Kenny                     
(In his paintings, Steven Kenny combines detailed realism, surrealism, and symbolism to convey the universal language of nature. Kenny received his BFA from Rhode Island School of Design, he currently lives in Washington, VA.)

I shall prepare myself to take this plunge.
I stand edged upon the cliff’s meager door
longing for escape from man’s excess grunge.
Man’s hate and judgement tearing at my core,
I desire to play human nevermore.
I strip of my guise, wait at Heaven’s gate
I close my eyes, feeling as eagles soar
and as part of them, I crave to migrate.

The ugliness of mortal be expunged,
let nature’s vast beauty within me pour
and into it love and peace will be blunged
to re-birth a carefree ocean once more.
The earth is tired of man’s lust, rage, and gore.
I seek absolution of sin and wait
for the birds to sing into me their lore
and as part of them, I crave to migrate.

Their wisdom, I will soak up as a sponge
and in my being, it shall remain stored.
And it shall transpire from within my young;
to love and accept will be their one chore.
And we will play human nevermore
because mortals are much too full of hate.
I know, I was a human once, before
the birds sang and called for me to migrate.

I looked upon my ankles as they tore
and spread two angel wings sealing my fate
to fly free with the birds forever more
as part of them, I am called to migrate.

*linking up to Real Toads for Kerry's Wednesday "Magical Realism" challenge and to Dverse for the FormForAll French Ballades II

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Heaven's Gain

                            a grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow                          
You cradled my heart amid
those delicate appendages,
and now I shall lavish roses
over your tiny sarcophagus.
and while I will mourn
the end of your essence,
I shall persist and honor
your short, sweet existence.
Now I lay you down to sleep
I pray, sweet baby, may
you rest in peace.

**In memory of those babies lost over the 10 years I've been a NICU nurse.

Linking up to Magpie Tales and OLN over at dVerse. 

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Cows and Kisses

It was a strange day When Harry Met Sally
at Four Weddings and a Funeral.
He embraced her in the church’s alley
where he cried for his dead uncle, O’Malley
shedding tears that soaked right through her shawl.

So Sally blotted his eyes and impatiently sighed,
“This is all Much Ado about Nothing, now.
We must get to My Best Friend’s Wedding, please abide.”
That’s when Sally heard the groom exclaim, “Runaway Bride!”
and turned to see her friend, Mary, fleeing on a cow.

Sally yelled, “it’s such a foolish sight to see one flee by cattle!”
Mary cried, “Well, you know I’ve Never Been Kissed
and worrying about it has left me Sleepless in Seattle.”
“Now, now, I know just who can help you with this battle.”
So Sad Harry kissed Prude Mary, and boy, was Groom pissed.

You see, everyone knows, There’s Something about Mary
She’s a Pretty Woman; she’s As Good As It Gets
She’s All That, just ask the groom, Sally, and Harry.
It’s Crazy Stupid Love; they know she’ll never marry,
for Mary has a new philosophy: "Friends with Benefits”.

**just having some fun with the movie prompt at Real Toads.