Been Awhile

I’ve been away from the postings here for awhile. A few things have changed here..a new wordpress editor…great. (smiling) I did look through a few of the postings here of those I used to follow…glad to see most everyone is doing well and continuing doing what they do.

I’ve been away from writing for awhile….best way to explain it is I’ve been hanging onto the tail-end of a gust of wind….just allowing it to take me here and there.  LOL  mostly there.

Since January, I’ve “challenged” English Language learners to show a school administration what they could do, self quarantined, battled the elements while selling plants to anxiety ridden home bound gardeners  in a greenhouse on a pavement (long story), brought a calm presence to anxiety ridden  home bound crafters in a retail setting (another long story), and tried to keep informed on the latest health mandates.

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DNA Alterations

Held in a bark lined trunk,  

Acorn confusion scattered,  changed with time

held captive in an “enraged” maple mind

 

Locked within

So much color to behold

A young cotyledon forced to grow old

 

Repeat the pattern

Across a treeline, so as to imprint

into a cell, message sent

 

A preconceived plan altered when

recognition occurs

interruptions in growth, vividly stirs

 

Messy and scattered

against a blue sky

Answers needed, unexplained, no reasons why

 

Creator  feeling loss

of life out of control

needing to escape, burning whole

 

“Strength grown out of weakness”

providing new roots as needed

Growing through life, new beginnings greeted. 

Time Found Us

Tracing the  length of my arm to the tips of my fingers,

invisible strands reach for the laughter and dance 

that is found 

in the vastness of the stars filled

with you.

 

No corners to get hung up in.

No room filled darknesses.

 

Boundless breaths of air fill me 

to a point of expansion 

where radiant beams of  light 

warm and surround me

with you.

 

No boundaries where lines are drawn.

No hearts held motionless.

 

Yesterdays bring us to a place where tetherball dreams

and race car schemes collide 

Hand printed words carried into laughter induced moments 

where the desk in front of me is occupied 

with you. 

 

No rulers to  confine thoughts.

No splintered reflections.

 

Only a connection and a plan 

where there are no walls to run into

or red flags to slow it down.

Only measureless possibilities 

with you.

 

No obstacles to cause stumbling.

No doubts to bring retreat.

 

Unlimited movement finds truth 

as it reaches for the laughter and dance

found in  the vastness of the star filled strands 

leading to the tips of your fingers

as you trace the length of your arms

to me.  

 

A Painting

A collection of contrasting colors

Nolan painting

A painting

colors…scattered and released

Scampering light, heart shines with glee

A canvas…happy and free

 

A painting

colors…defined and scattered

chosen and released, heart tones content

a canvas…blended dark and light bent

 

A painting

colors…authentic and real

interpretation where paint meets

a canvas…leaving a mark to greet

 

A painting

colors…designed and covered

displaying internal dwellings through choice 

a canvas…the final result is voice

 

A painting

colors…conveyed and conflicted

between surface meaning and what lies below

a canvas…denied or accepted brushstroke flow

 

A painting

colors…predetermined and freed

ironically leads or misleads intuitive strokes

a canvas…truthful or a lie to some a hoax

 

A painting

colors…skillful and refined

conviction found through brush movement

a canvas…sacred and amazing tone of translucent

 

A painting

colors…traditional and original

limitations bring about imitation

a canvas…betrayal and trust destinations

 

A painting

colors…inspired and thorough

human connection seen in the eyes

a canvas…tells a story…no lies

 

A painting

colors…sentimental and tough

human desires of connection

a canvas…love and longing affection

 

A painting

colors…warm and inviting

defining the parameters left

a canvas…defining and inspiring deft

 

A painting

colors…balanced and unbalanced

positioning itself to convey and communicate

a canvas…message delivered…life to punctuate

 

A painting

colors…moving and timed

bringing light and dark flashes

a canvas…an revealed through crashes

 

A painting

colors…defined and chosen

release of light…heart expressed

a canvas…not sad or depressed

Reflection #1

Peering out the window

into the blackness of night,

all that I see are my own

eyes illuminated in the glass.

 

Round and seeking eyes that reach

into the darkness 

for  all that is unknown in 

what lies beyond the night of the soul.

 

A longing is held within this moment.

The eyes  open into the heart

of today’s cries into

a deafening silence of tomorrow’s existence.  

 

Reflection

The Latin and French coined the word reflection

showing expression, absorption, and a throwing back

of one’s own perception of sight, thought or consequence.

 

Conclusions are brought about and yet …

at times…

more questions may occur requiring more reflection.

 

Time is needed and should be respected

when the act of reflection calls 

upon one’s heart, mind and soul.

 

A soulful you awaits

sometimes in peace, sometimes in agony

for the casting of stilled thoughts

and heart filled significance.

 

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Without Words

Cans

 

Presumptions were made on my part 

as you approached me, I noticed

your gold colored t-shirt that was worn backwards;

dirt stains splattered across your pants and the back side of your shirt

led me to think that your daily walk was street-held.

 

I stood at the cash register, 

as you came in the wooden double doors

Your approach towards the counter brought a look of hesitation, 

a reluctance encompassed your walk filled pace.

“Do you have a black marker I can borrow?

I have some words to write on a box.” 

 

It is not unusual to see one, maybe two, maybe three

pairs of hands on nearby street corners with a cardboard sign

each pleading for coins to get through the day, the week, the month, 

marker-ed scribbling

voice the words that the hands and heart need.

 

I hadn’t seen you on the corners before

Your dirt stained hand stretched out to mine

A black marker was left, help you did find.

“Please make sure you bring it back.”

 

Through a pane of glass I watched…a world away,

as you decided what words you needed to say. 

Your hand moved from corner to corner 

leaving lettering that I couldn’t read.

 

Back through the doors you came, 

A different walk, not the same. 

A smile and assurance written on your face

A young man on a mission, a young man knowing his place.

 

Handing me the marker, with an outstretched hand,

You voiced a “Thank you.”  and turned and continued 

to attend to what your heart did demand 

 

Hours passed, my shift ended

The marker request, not forgotten, but put aside 

until I saw that gold t-shirt across the way,

in the middle of a lot where cars park 

in the middle of the day.

No window pane, no worlds distant and far away.

 

I drove closer,  to see where your box might be,

it wasn’t there. 

Did you change your mind about what others should hear and see?

As I inched closer, you bent down 

picking discarded candy wrappers and plastic cellophane  up off the ground.

White plastic bag, in your hand, the contents was clear to see

As the weight of your bag showed your work, your mission, 

Your heart called that day …your current destiny

 

I started to go and wondered if you were hungry

or why it might be that you chose to clean  a parking lot of its debris.

Was someone paying you?

Wouldn’t standing at the corner with your scribbled words

be easier on such a hot day?

I rolled down my window and asked

“Where’s your box, the one where you needed to write upon,

did it not work, is it gone?”

 

With that reassured smile you stated,

 “Oh yes, it works just fine, 

it’s over there on the corner

where those who feel the need,

 can drop cans in it and keep the streets litter free.

Isn’t it sad, how careless people can be? 

I put some rocks inside the box, so it wouldn’t blow away…please know I’ll take the rocks out, 

when I pick the box up at the end of the day. ”

 

A lump in my throat, tears welled up inside

As I listened to you, while you stood there in those dirt stained clothes

with only your heart to display and confide.

 

I asked, “Are you hungry, are you doing ok?”

You hesitated with reluctance and a smile, 

“I’m ok for now, for a little while.”

 

I reached into my change holder and and pulled the few dollars that were there

I took them out and handed them to you, 

wanted you to know that someone noticed and cared. 

“Well, thank you for cleaning up the parking lot, when others are careless and don’t think about what they do.

Here’s a little something to perhaps take a break and get a drink for you.”

 

You stretched out your hand,

A little dirtier than before

Your face lit up and your words took me by surprise,

“If it’s ok, I’d like to go buy another box

to put on this other side. 

People need  a place to put their trash so they don’t 

clutter up the outside.”

 

We talked for a few minutes more, 

I left you to your work,

I realized…you were fed with God’s heart given chore. 

I drove away, feeling somewhat ashamed

Of presumptions made,  and not doing enough

asking myself, what I could do, 

what more?

 

The wheels of my car turned as I crossed the parking lot, 

past a man who stood at the corner with cardboard in his hand,

tears fell, 

as I knew what my heart did command.

 

I pulled over and looked for my wallet

did I have any more cash that I could give,

Do I give it to the man with cardboard in his hand 

Or the young man with a heart command. 

 

It was then, I saw the gold colored t-shirt, 

walking up to Walmart with his debris filled sack.

Depositing his bag into the can left outside the doors, 

He disappeared….went inside…perhaps a box…a drink  to buy.

I will  wait until he comes back to finish his chores. 

 

While I waited, I drove over to the  place where a cardboard box had been placed,

I read the words scribbled from corner to corner. “Cans”

I  got out and looked inside and there were rocks strewn about and a few crushed cans that didn’t hide.

What more could I do, my heart prayed…fill his box on this day.

 

I went back to the place where I work,

to the blue recycle bin  that held aluminium cans 

Tied the bag together and 

left with what God’s heart called and did demand. 

 

Not really knowing if this was the right thing to do

but I took the bag and placed it in your box.

I smiled through tear filled eyes…oh what a surprise. 

No more words to say, 

the “more” was done on this given moment, this given day.

 

You taught me to do more than I set out to do that day

You followed a command and scribbled some words on a box

and on a woman’s heart in your own special way.