Now , again

Been a long while
  some time for sure
 Hand nor heart 
   connected
Never born
  words to pen
Imagination
  forgotten, neglected

Maybe an arising
   awaking per-say
Will widen
  Eyes clearly open
Perhaps. purchance
  etched forever
Words almost
   never spoken

This one is personal.... well they all are to some extent....

Ancient this sentiment is, but I really

like the way this one came together.

Half Hearted

To the one with half a heart

Perhaps, maybe smaller pieces

Those who've given some to all

With aching , that never decreases

Once to live with only one

convinced of no one other

Now the pain of conscience split

With two , and one another

Why to test , what was rare

A love that was so pure

Fragments now, of broken hearts

Scattered and shattered for sure

Is there a remedy , meant to heal

To quench and release this sorrow

Well, maybe hearts are meant to break

And love a gift to borrow......

Signs..

The brightest star on a moonless night The flutter of angels wings brushing you Queerest of sounds breaking the silence Victor's hand to the vanquished after struggled fight A grin, when silly is the last thing you expected Wink of the eye from a beautiful stranger Cool glass of water from the cup of a foe Sweet hello from a lover rejected The unanticipated at the strangest times In the forgetfulness of mercy brought To the place of a hopeful sigh In the smallest of joys, Omnipotent signs

Dancing in Weeds

Once upon, a winter’s day

Ground all cold and wet

The Planter, he did planted seeds

He never would regret

Planted he, knowing weeds

When winter did relent

Would bloom within planted soil

Where flowers, he did meant

When they did, bloom the both

The beauty did not quit

For flowers dance above the weeds

Because they’re heaven sent

Those flowers danced, danced the more

So all could smell their scent

The weeds looked up at brighter blooms

That the Planter always meant

Older post, but I like it!

Emmaline is the BIG  7 today...... My life would be disastrous without her.

Cotton Pillow

I gazed upon an angels face

As she rested upon her pillow

Thinking with most covetous eyes

Never one mental frame would I dare share

For there on that cotton resting place

The purest of creamy skin, flowing blond hair

Eyes of clearest blue, opening for just a moment

She dreams of creatures, places, I've long forgotten

The toss of her head from side to side

I am arrested in my heart, thinking she may wake

Resolved in my selfishness,

Knowing this heavenly voyeurism would be over

I find myself casting my voice toward the divine

Hoping to be heard in the only request I have today

  "Please, let this time, these images be suspended forever, to be captivated in safe retreat in my mind."  

   Allow death to come before a thief, as time or decay robs me of what I have witnessed today.

The purposeful image of divine imagination

Resting on a humbled man's cotton pillow.....

Dancing in Weeds

Once upon, a winter’s day

Ground all cold and wet

The Planter, he did planted seeds

He never would regret

Planted he, knowing weeds

When winter did relent

Would bloom within planted soil

Where flowers, he did meant

When they did, bloom the both

The beauty did not quit

For flowers dance above the weeds

Because they’re heaven sent

Those flowers danced, danced the more

So all could smell their scent

The weeds looked up at brighter blooms

That the Planter always meant

Happy Birthday Robert E Lee and peace to the woman who "sacrificed to love THIS man"

Ode To Robert E. Lee

In the hollow eyes of starving men


With worn out shoes, but still fight within


Would you have made a solemn vow


If in poverty, your kin would now bow


Could you have foreseen, the hurt, remorse


As in honor you fought, from your brave white horse


Gray hair flowing as you lead your nation strong


For only four years was the struggle long


O, I think you would not have sheaved that day your swords


Knowing the wicked would become your children's "lords"


I walked that fence and that day I cried


A court house in Virginia where freedom died


In bitter remembrance of a nation of splendor


Sold to Yankee bankers, borrowers, and lenders


You were so brave and all those that followed


But for honor and your family your pride swallowed


O do not be regretful of that single deed


For you are the father of a noble breed........

She Closes Her Eyes

She closes her eyes, drifts away

Eyes flickering as she dreams

Memories of things, bought to mind

Of kind whispers, it would seem

A time that now, recalls a smile

Of something, no one ever “new”

Would remember, from long ago

A recollection, of only you

Rocking there with grey hair down

The peaceful Southern breeze

Recalls with warmth, within her voice

Of a name, now said with ease

Past and Present the line now blurred

Between smiles, corners to edge

A not so common beautiful thought

And a not forgotten pledge

Would hope all others, shared such dreams

That appoints the heart to melt

Reposed in shadowed love, so sweet

And a passion, she has ever felt