Wednesday, March 13, 2013

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

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