Cunning Ploy…

A well placed tap

upon the glass

shattered the facade

of falsehoods fashioned

skillfully

chaos crafted

willfully

confusion spun a wicked trap

Alas

it fell with just one tap…

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Helpless baby…

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This little one was found dumped in garbage and rescued by my son..she and her surviving sibling are now in my care and thankfully thriving. According to our Vet they are under two weeks old.

Spared from hateful cruelty

a new life sweetly came to me

little one…so innocent

helpless baby…Heaven Sent..

I’d rather not…know

I’ll admit

I wonder sometimes

about you…in my mind..

Too often I think of you..

I miss you..

Yet I find..

I wouldn’t ever choose to be

a fly upon your wall

I wouldn’t ever want to know

you miss me

not at all…

Lost Chances…

Loud and Mournful

echoes the cry

of chances left

with no goodbye

All the truths

choice failed to say

will flood sore hearts

that fateful day…

This song is played out

endlessly

of unsung songs

regretfully…

Till I come home…

A hope

won’t bring the sunrise

or cause the moon to glow..

A wish

won’t cause a starry night

when storm clouds swell and grow..

A dream

won’t bring to me your touch

or smiles I used to know..

Still

I will hope and wish for dreams

till home with you I go…

Maggie May played today…

Maggie May played today

Sweet mandolin swept me away…

His firebird was dusty blue

the top was always down

his blonde hair blew free

long and loose

he had sunglasses on…

A flashback to a school-girl crush

when Stewart sang his song

sweet mandolin strings plucked a beat

that strung her heart along…

A young one called a flower child

lives here within me still

and now and then when Stewart sings

again her memories spill…

Maggie May played today

Sweet mandolin swept me away…

Immeasurable…

Who would think

to measure pain

perceiving what hurts more…?

Losses felt

of varied shapes

that shred and render sores…

No yardstick length

No ruler can

define a wound so deep…

And who can know

by sight alone

the tears within that seep…?

Hard Lessons….

Harsh is the teacher called regret

dismaying reluctant pupils..

Those students waiting for wonderful

yearning for more

ever more..

Wanting hearts

having little care for the living road

Life’s fragile treasures go overlooked

Left to perish as mourned for memories

Wanting hearts then break…

Filled with regret

Ever Peaceful…

A strangers come to visit me

though I don’t see a face

A foe has crept in silently

and nestled deep in place

I know he hopes to frighten me

and render me quite ill

I know he hopes to steal my joy

and hopelessness instill

Although he is not welcome here

still quietly he dwells

Yet I refuse to heed his call

or buy the fear he sells…

Disease or Age … Pain or Death

may take my flesh one day

But ever will my Soul shine through

In Spirits Light I’ll stay…

My Crime…

Who dares to be so bold

with malice meant

to carelessly prod a bruise

or peel a scab and draw fresh blood

‘lest healing be resumed..

and who would prick

pained memories

to mar a stricken heart..

who could inflict dark reckonings

and crush my broken parts…

Alas..there lurks no stranger here

committing this harsh crime

the suspect is the victim

for

in truth the guilt is mine..