Different Poems within the Timelines of my Life

Rhythm and Rhyme;

• The Blossoming of Images

• through Dreams;

 

• Beginning  in Recent Time;
• Some Full in Front & Center Space;
• Others Still Hidden;
• Hazy in the Weaving of Lace;
• Shreds of Memories;
• of Days Long Ago.

 

Watershed years

I didn’t remember

came so early

in one’s time.

From broken sidewalks

to desert trails

foot-printed by

horned and scaly creatures.

Buzzing of wasps,

june bugs and

moths,

clothed the hot

breezes

with eternal murmurs.

 

Rhythm and Rhyme

My first experience

with song

arriving

at the right time

to hear waves

to see music

to connect to

beauty and places

far away.

 

Child of poverty

who didn’t dare

ask for anything

that wasn’t there

in front of me.

 

It is well known

we as human beings

are layered

in almost all aspects

of our lives.

What one sees,

hears and experiences

on an everyday basis

is only a tiny petal

of our wholeness.

When one’s

early memory life

reveals states

of fear and trepidation,

bursting from

acts of anger,

breathing  in

an atmosphere of anguish,

despair, depression and

some sense of being overwhelmed,

some petal buds

waiting to open

stay curled

and closed.

 

Dick and Jane

Were not much fun

All they could do

Was walk, talk and run.

Their life

seemed so pale

against the broad stroke

brushings

of desert skies

that fueled

my dreams.

 

Forcing a child

to voice

a school’s standards

forces a child

to choose.

 

T R E E S

T is for TALL

As trees can be

They grow near a wall

Or by the sea.

R is for REACH

With their branches high

Where they wear their leaves

And get close to the sky

E is for EVERYTHING

That’s looking for shade

To keep out the sun

So colors won’t fade

Another E is for EXTRA

That trees give each day.

A place for a party

Or a place to play.

S is for Service

From  tree to root

With gifts that help us from day to day

With furniture, fuel, paper and fruit

Trees help our lives to an easier way.

 

Rolling my skirt up,

The first time I dared,

My brown and white saddle shoes

and boney legs

were bared.

My first boyfriend,

As shy

As was I,

Walking through the halls

The first time

My hands

Were held.

Happy to be

In choir to sing

A time to transcend

My feelings of doubt,

Of fear

Of hiding

Of knowing

That trouble

Was brewing

At home.

Erstwhile,

My first hair curls

In honor

Of my sister’s graduation

I was pleased to sing

“We’ve Only Just Begun”.

Little did I know

How true the song was.