Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Anniversary?

Monday, October 7th, 2013

How

does

one

celebrate
a lingering love
on the anniversary date
when the lover has moved on
and the commitment is gone
but deep connection persists
and only wisdom resists
the heart’s desire to call
and walk again – now wiser – this fall?

The eighth sixth of October

(c) 2013 patty (fern) love

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The Sixth of October

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

“Hey there,” she called unsurely to the sitting man reading a book.
He, taller than she remembered, smiled with a happy, friendly look.
He rose from the table and greeted her more warmly than most she known. Then,
they began their journey together, along a path to a place she had not been.

“I presume we’ll be good friends,” seemed to be the first thing he said.
Surprised by his certain declaration, those words still linger in her head.
“Dismount” read the sign and they shared an awkward first chuckle,
She could feel it then, unexpected, as her knees began to buckle.

As he thoughtfully suggested, she had worn her walking shoes.
She listened while he shared, laid himself bare, and, with humor, amused.
His kindness, his warmth, his earnest quest to inspire
all shown brightly, precious life not to pass lightly, well-being his desire.

In the warm sun, with warm hearts, the miles and time flew by.
Over lunch, she spoke of chasing dreams, the days she felt like she could fly.
With a wistful tear, she shared her deep wish to feel that way again.
Encouraging her that day would come, he was already a friend.

Returning home up the hill, through the woods, passing the railing,
she asked careful questions. He shared his growth, the questions, the failing.
They paused at the last curve by the water to soak up one more awesome look
of the autumn leaves reflecting in the canal –like pictures in a coffee table book.

A few stairs, a few more steps, and a reluctant hug that came too soon,
She closed the car door, felt her heart pound as her soul began to swoon.
She felt the thudding click of The Cogs turning The Gears of The Universe as they aligned
It felt that the hand of Destiny held the pen. Their next chapter had just been signed.

Many questions still unanswered of what will come from that day -the sixth of October
Still the rightness is certain, the connection persists with the zeal of the drunk finally sober.
Amid all the future’s uncertainties, she knows sure she’ll never again be the same
for she has been touched by the soul, the spirit, The One with Craig for his name.

©2010  patty (fern) love

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CHANGE

Monday, August 9th, 2010

Cherished attachments fall away as
Hope arises that
Another day will bring
New beginnings and
Gifts of Love, for only Love is
Eternal, My Friend and Once Beloved.

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HOPE Is A Four Letter Word

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

Heart
Open,
Possibilities
Everywhere

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Touching The Light Within

Monday, January 11th, 2010

inside me is a space of Light
a place to Breathe when I feel tight
to go within and renew my Sight
a space to fill with Will and Might
when all around feels like plight
a space that’s safe, where I feel Bright
drawing in energy from Full Moon’s Light
a space to soar high like a kite
where I am God(dess) filled with White Light
a space to grow to my full Height
to rise above and fill with Fight
a space for me, where me’s alright
a space where I will rest Tonight.

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The Week Before Christmas (aka Car Wars)

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the town,
All the creatures were shopping, and pushing horns down.
“Hoooonk!!!” went the horns, “Get out of my way!
Don’t you know Christmas is just a few days away?!”
The parking lots were full with cars and shoppers galore,
Everyone pushing and shoving to get to the store.
It mattered not that it’s a time for good cheer,
Or that they had all known it was coming all year.
This was the week for their gift shopping to do,
Making going for groceries a hazard to you.
I drove along carefully, knowing no one would yield,
With their last minute shopper personality revealed.
When off to my left there arose such a clatter,
I quickly turned my head to see what was the matter.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bright flash,
Seems two hurried up shoppers their cars they did crash.
One of them yelled, “Hey watch where you go!”
The other one said, “I couldn’t stop on the snow!”
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an officer’s car, with eight flashing lights clear,
With a burly young driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Sgt. Nick.
More rapid than shoppers, his badges they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called the drivers by name;
“Now, Billy! Now, Joey! Just what did you do?
Seems that I’ve got to write tickets for you two!
To the side of my car! Spread your hands and stand tall!
Don’t dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
Let this shopping adventure be a lesson to you,
Get started in January, whatever you do!

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A Birthing Prayer

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

I pray for the mother about to give birth.
I pray for the child ’bout to walk on this Earth.
I pray for their safety as they move through this change.
I pray that tomorrow we will not be the same.

Copyright 2009 by Patty Love

Notes:
– May be sung to the rhythm “ta ta ti-ti-ti-ti ta ta ti-ti-ti-ti”  (If I find a better way to express this musically, I’ll edit the post.)
– The last line is meant as a more general prayer for the rebirth and raising of consciousness of the world’s people.  This is along the lines of one of the Buddhist traditions of praying for ourselves and then for all sentient beings.

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Invitation to Joy

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009

Quietly at first it begins
as the dawn chorus awakens.
A few “early birds” start to sing
then more arise and join in.
My mind’s ears hears them as I sleep
and my dream I cannot keep.
Like a diver I begin to stir
and swim up through sleep’s layers.
Slowly my mind comes awake
just as dawn begins to break.
Earth’s music plays within my heart
and joyous feelings begin to start.
An invitation to Joy today
that I may walk The Beauty Way.

patty (fern) love
Copyright 2009

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A Relation's Death

Monday, August 10th, 2009

What is the sound of a tree dying?

Men’s voices shouting over Wednesday morning chainsaws. The terrible thuds as severed limbs crash to the ground. The chipper grinding flesh and bone to mulch. Rakes collecting up bits of flesh.

More men’s voices, just before the trucks pull away with the body – cut and chopped and ground into pieces, leaving just an open wound in the Earth’s skin and a few scattered fragments of tree flesh where once stood a magnificent oak.

And the heart-aching onlookers who came too late to prevent their relation’s untimely death.  They who gather in a circle over the wounded Earth hug and console each other.  Through the tears a groundswell arises.  The tree’s spirit speaks through their hearts and they know what to do.  They gather up the fallen acorns and begin to plant.

patty love
Copyright 2009

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Suckling The Mother

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Like a babe I suckle at the nipple of Mother Earth
instinctively rooting for Her fleshy mound,
seeking the sustenance of Her liquid energy.

I drink with my toes
digging them into the pebbles of the riverbed or the sand of the sea bottom.
Through my feet Her life force flows into me, through me,
filling me with life; replenishing my soul.

Time suckling passes too quickly.
Unlike a babe, it is I who must tear myself away from this Mother’s bosom to return “home”.

Still thirsting, I am insatiable, aching for more.
My Earth Child Self yearns instead to sleep here at Her breast,
not to get on my bike and return to the hard, dry crust of my blacktop suburb.

patty love
Copyright 2009

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