Legacy’s Cart – A Poem

Image by Makoto Seimori from Pixabay

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.

Lens In The Camera – A Poem

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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

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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.

“…You Are Half Water”

Image by rony michaud from Pixabay

“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

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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.

Wish I Could Sew – A Poem

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

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.

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