“because some things
sometimes aren’t ours to hold,
but just beautiful
to listen to.”
― Sanober Khan
Legacy’s Cart – A Poem
Enraptured by sandy shores in memories’ swirling rampart,
Of places alive in warm pastels of the mind’s daydream art,
Alive today because ancestral prayers of faith did their part.
Harnessing the bridled past into iron wheels of horsepower,
Driving memory’s adventures to places remembered forever.
Journeying beyond those familiar lands adding to their start,
So that today’s dreams add to and leave items in legacy’s cart.
“Not for ourselves…”
Lens In The Camera – A Poem
Sun and moon lumen the camera,
Earthen tripod folding into a star.
Shorelines f-stop tides maneuver,
Shuttered colors court the ocular.
Clouds peek into ‘the golden hour,’
Nature poses for her portraiture.
Like Damselflies in Summer – A Poem
Like damselflies in summer, beautiful azure, you,
Add green, blue tinctures to color spectrum’s hue.
Your colorful compliments melt melancholy skies,
Grey clouds of lament turn into ultramarine smiles.
Hummingbirds, kingfishers rest from azure flight,
Nesting in Gaia’s lapis lazuli sanctuaries of azurite.
“…The Charming Gardeners”
“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
-Marcel Proust
“…You Are Half Water”
“Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”
― Margaret Atwood
Story Telling – A Poem
Distant story telling voices recorded in ancient sand,
Formed stone tablets to strengthen memory’s strand.
Inscribed written stories the hieroglyphs of antiquity,
Of everyday life in pre-millennial times in perpetuity.
Now, ultra-modernity traces stories in silicone’s hand,
On ‘new’ tablets etched by the very same ancient sand.
“…Into The Light”
“Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.“
–William Wordsworth
Wish I Could Sew – A Poem
I wish I could sew,
O don’t you know.
Stubbin’ my noggin,
To thread a bobbin.
Notions, ideas with darted plans,
Patterns origami to my hands.
Admire seamstresses my friend,
Unsung expertise in fabric land.
Therefore, measure me thimbles,
Of applique sequined syllables,
To pin poorly rhymed metres,
Of inappropriate metaphors,
Into A-line of haute couture.
