before simplyajusta – Page 4

face of morning

I saw his face Just listening Above the doorway Into a perfect world Where dimensions know no boundaries Where Petula Clark still sings her gaiety of song I have a place of my own to run to To hide Small as a snail’s shell I dive into the cornucopia of song The tendrils of aContinue reading “face of morning”

me

I am pleased You are so willing to share your madness So, others may see the light That has fallen behind you Wandering about The orbit of darkness There is a light Where you refuse to turn Turn if you must But this empty shell will be broken I feel now that it falls uponContinue reading “me”

tympani orchestra

Is plastic more permeable than glass I see its strength stretched taught Allowing me to see through but not fully enter I push and it gives without shattering Our worlds Are more like glass If we push too hard They will shatter We do not have the luxury Of plasticity We cannot poke and pryContinue reading “tympani orchestra”

pixel show

Reading shadows In the leaves Befallen images Upon my fence Laughing as I see My old dog smiling At me Then the breeze shifts The images move Their dappled pixels Swaying Is he running Away No It’s my grandmother Wearing a flouncy Chiffon petal hat Those commonly adorned By ladies In the sixties When womenContinue reading “pixel show”

conversing with angels’ (when you see me)

When you see me I am not coming for you I am coming to you Think of me as an acquaintance That you haven’t seen for some time And how it is reassuring to know that they are still here on earth You do not ambush them with questions You acknowledge their presence graciously WeContinue reading “conversing with angels’ (when you see me)”

conversing with angels’

I have found you in my heart I kiss the lips we share I stir the emotions tender I cross the paths you bear with obstacles So that you may listen For guidance To the path of devotion there are many tribulations I am a guide But not your weakness I cannot force you toContinue reading “conversing with angels’”

om poem

I am With you always Beating In the tender harvest of your heart I am Beneath you Tending the gardens Where you walk I am here I am here speaking to you In the silent troughs of morning Before the daylight breaks windows I am here Holding your hand Before the warmth of the cupContinue reading “om poem”

Sunspot sprout

There are those days You feel The warmth A sun rising Inside of you I don’t know If I will Make it through Noon High noon When love Is peaking Out And in From All corners Of my being They will find me Madly Flaming my arms about Shouting Sunspot Sunspot 10/3/2013

water garden

Everything Is fresh today Even the little annoyances Of jester ear are pleasing Waking to An early purr Of a lawn mower Makes my feet tingle Awaiting the opportunity to walk Across the fresh rich carpet of scent The cawing Of brakes The squeaks and oinks Of buses The Homer Simpson D’oh Of trash cansContinue reading “water garden”

I’m not even trying them on

I want A pair of boots A simple ad And I am in need of adventure I want the pair of boots That I saw in a movie Where the heroine escaped and won But wait a minute Wasn’t there torture Cruel humility And weakness exposed Will my feet feel the same as hers? TheContinue reading “I’m not even trying them on”