05 Saturday Sep 2015
Posted in Family, Inspiration, Life
Tags
family, grandfather, guidance, heart, home, inspiration, living, memories, poems, Poetry, spirit, support, time
The Grandfather clock
swayed through the era,
its pendulum
a perpetual motion,
its steady beat
an unconscious message
to those around it,
keeping them on track,
teaching them to
swing with the highs,
push through the lows,
and enjoy the balance found
within the rhythm;
Thus, like the hands
on the clock face,
they were able to make
every minute count.
05 Sunday Jul 2015
Posted in Animals and Insects, Children, Family, Inspiration, Life, Love, Nature
Tags
animals, children, compassion, dogs, family, heart, inspiration, life, loss, memories, Nature, poems, Poetry, sadness
I thought I knew compassion,
but when I looked into his eyes,
I knew I’d never felt that way.
The tenderness he offered a lost dog,
the inner need he had to help,
to makes things better for her
brought warmth to my heart.
Then I watched his seven-year-old eyes swell with tears
as they walked the streets and found her owner.
The dog of his dreams was gone,
returned to her scared and punitive owner,
and his heart was breaking.
As I watched this young boy walk away,
head hanging, brown eyes saddened by the struggle,
I knew he was learning doing the right thing
can feel wrong sometimes,
but I could also see that he can’t help but be who he is,
and that he’d do it again.
09 Tuesday Jun 2015
The mail-order bride catalog
said my wait was nearly over;
my station in life could be found
just around the corner. Which,
of course, I took literally and believed.
I thought it meant I was
to wait for you by the train station,
the one near my house. But…..
I’ve stood, waiting endlessly, for you to come.
I won’t vacate my post; I don’t want to miss you.
I hold my head high, hat perched slightly askew, and
watch as my threads are scorched by the sun and
dehydration turns my bones inside out.
Should I give up on you?
Prideful, I know I can’t have been wrong;
You just took a wrong turn. You’ll be here soon.
With fortitude of steel, I straighten my back,
and wait some more.
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Lafayette, CO has impressive Cultural Arts and annually displays sculptures throughout town. This particular one was begging for this poem!
Artist: Victoria Ross Patti
Arvada, CO
Location: 211 N. Public Road; Mojo Coffee
Materials: Steel
Price: $3,800
11 Thursday Dec 2014
Opening, assessing; sorting, resorting.
Each item bringing a fond memory
before eventually returned to its corner.
How many years will I continue this ritual,
shifting the same things back and forth?
But who’s to say what is a treasure?
The antique toys I open once a year to clean,
the knick-knacks and buttons my grandmother gave me;
bedspreads and matching decor I can’t seem to part with,
or luggage that’s seen better miles.
I had it all figured out, I thought. That was until…
I went to give something away and found
a tag tucked inside, a reminder of the thoughtful giver.
Neatly lettered, “To Mom & Dad, With Love, 1992.”
Now how can I possibly part with anything!
09 Friday May 2014
I blinked through tearful eyes
to see if the yellowed ivory keys
of the old family piano
were really moving.
In my mind’s eye, I saw them
dancing a Sentimental Journey of
Saturday nights growing up;
a special time when we children
forgot animosity and joined together
in harmony, creating memories
more precious than Ivory Palaces.
25 Saturday Jan 2014
Photobook software,
creatively slim, condenses
one’s life to a book, 8 by 10.
A few select photos,
a couple of words, and
Viola’! my whole life is preserved.
I should be happy that
these memories are saved,
professionally printed
and beautifully bound.
Yet, I feel like I cheated,
that I’ve muzzled my muse;
I must not let her
return to her box.
05 Sunday Jan 2014
Posted in Life
He left, but he didn’t leave us.
Memories flood my mind,
flowing so fast at times I
stop to let them absorb me.
I’m reminded how he filled our lives,
how his wisdom seeped throughout,
how his generosity spilled over,
how his love melted our hearts.
I see him when I look in the mirror,
when I watch his children garden,
when I watch the grandchildren play,
or when I look into the clear, blue sky.
Yes, he left, but he didn’t leave us.
14 Saturday Dec 2013
31 years
of loving each other,
11,322 days
of laughter and fun,
271,728 hours
of memories to share,
6,521,742 seconds
since we first said ,”I do,”
From the minutest second
to the longest day,
when shared with you,
they’re beyond compare.
I can hardly wait
for the next thirty years;
best friends for life,
in love till the end.
Happy Anniversary, Babe!
Phyllis Moorman 