Saturday, April 22, 2017

Your Eye


When

Something’s in your eye

You want nothing more

Than to pluck it out

And

Yes

To pluck out debris

From one’s eye

Can be

Quite painful

To dig into one’s self

Can be unbearable

But in order to move forward

We must pluck out the painful

And

Fill our souls with hope

That the pain never returns

Pull the knives

From

Your back

Or

There’s no use

In moving on at all!

It’s these hard learned lessons

In life

That shape us

And

At the same time

Show us who we really are

As people

So

Remember

To forgive is powerful

To not remember

The reasons why

You had to forgive

Is foolish

So continue on

With open eyes

And

See all that’s before you

Not

Just what’s presented



Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Tornadoes


To live through

A tornado

Is a terrifying thing

Indeed!

Over the years

I was told tornados sound

Like a freight train

Rolling down the tracks

Straight for you!

So

When I realized

What was coming for

My family and I

It made it

That much more

Terrifying

Than anything

I could have ever imagined!

For

The hand of death was close

And

Only moving closer

A violent deafening mown

With

An underlying sound

Of

Trees snapping

Power lines

Whipping wildly in the wind

Rain and darkness

A blinding wall of power

Inching closer

And

Closer

But

What I remember most

From that time

So long ago

Was holding

My child in my arm

My wife by the hand

And fleeing

Into the howling shadows

Of the night

Then

The next morning

Pumping gas barefoot

No shirt

40 degrees

In the drizzling rain

But

Being thankful

We all were alive!


From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave



Friday, April 7, 2017

Monarch Butterfly


Monarch Butterfly

Maiden of beauty

Queen of flight

Your wings are

The color

Of

Tangerines

Dressed with spotted

Black dots

That smear together

As one

When you fly and flutter

About!

You seem like you

Maybe floating on

Something beautiful

Like the music of

Melody Gardot

Or possibly

Madeleine Peyroux?

Someone’s amazing music

Has to be lifting

Your wings upwards?

Floating on notes

And

Melodies

You have to be!

Your journey

To me

From

Across the sea

Is

One I hold dear

When I gaze upon you

Saying hello

Here and there

There and here

Throughout my day

Moving about

In my world

Braking the sunlight

Into

Segments of flashes

Like the end of a movie

On an old-style projector

When you and your kind

Swarm the sky above me

Oh

What a sight to see!


From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave

Monday, April 3, 2017

The Man Without A Nose


A man

Came into work

The other day

Who had

No Nose

Just a big gaping hole

Where it once was!

It was hollow

To look into

Empty to gaze upon

A moon crater

A Grand Canyon

Scaled down to size   

My coworker

Was totally freaked out

By the sight of this

The man told us

He had cancer

And

The doctors had

Cut away half his face

A facelift

Of

Lifesaving slices!

He said  

He now

Was going through

Radiation treatments

Chemotherapy

The thought

Came to me

As it does every time

I run across

Yet

Another example

Of

Modern medicine

Who needs horror stories

When we have examples

Of

Saving lives like this?

Doctors keeping people alive

With half of their face

Missing

Is not some amazing feat!

What’s amazing

Is the folks that have

Not had their bodies

Cut on

And

Are not taking

Radiation baths

Believing somehow

The ones who are

Are better off than

Surrendering to death!

Yes

Cancer is the gnashing teeth

Of

Humanity

Yet

People tremble

At the thought of death!

With all of the steadfast beliefs

Of

Better tomorrows

On the other side

Or

Coming back

As something else

To live again

People are still willing to boil

Themselves down

With nuclear exposure

To not go on

To the next world!

Reality is strange

Sometimes

And

Is bursting at the seams

With an undeniable truth 

When self-preservation

Is involved