A Poem Birthed in My Dream…

In the deep of sleep this poem came to me

I do not speak nor write ever in any language other than English

This, however, spoke to me in French..in my dream..

I pray I do it justice…



” Coeur Flétrissement “

Je ne comprends pas

Le flétrissment de votre coeur

Où est-il allé de mal

Et pourquoi ma petite fleur

Rêves ont été emportés

À arcs-en- ciel

Mais … Rêves ne meurent jamais

Avec amour qu’ils respecteront….


” Wilting Heart “

I don’t understand

The wilting of your heart

Where did it go wrong

And why my little flower

Dreams were swept away

To rainbows in the sky

But … Dreams will never die

With love they will abide….

Copyright © Murrsma 2015


My Muse…

imageIn Thanks and Honor to my muse…my grandmother who passed away long before my birth…of her many published poems this has always been my favorite… Published in 1932 when Lindbergh’s baby boy first went missing….

 Prayer for Lost Baby

Dear White Savior when it’s night

And winter’s stars blink coldly bright

And in the day while he’s away

Guard Lindy’s little one we pray

On those who stole him as he slept

Let thy strong fingers firm be kept

That Thou might halt them ere they make

A baby suffer for money’s sake

White Spirit of Jesus with thy might

Loan those that search all seeing sight

So Lindy Junior soon may be

Home in his own little nursery

Shepherd of Children let thy light

Shine down on the lost little one tonight….

To All: Your Works Matter…to me

Come the rise of sun

With coffee in hand

Faithful in it’s purpose

To stir a groggy mind..

You are there

To greet me..As a friend

Somehow intimate in the knowledge

Of my heart and soul..

You speak to me

In rhythm and verse

Sharing images

Of all I’ll never touch or know

Gifting me..

With your eye for beauty

Your perceptions of thoughts

I might never have seen

My treasured companions

Breathing life through a screen….



When we see

Past sight alone

Beyond what meets the eye…

Magic Happens

Copyright © Murrsma 2015


Day 5 of the 5 photo, 5 stories challenge…Thank you

Phen Weston ….

Rather than inviting a blogger to participate, today I would simply like to pay my respects to a gifted poet, Georgette Ann from

..A Walk on The Bright Side …

Thank you for sharing your heart through such beautifully written words…you are a treasure….

To Be Clear…

Swatting away

The should be’s

The need to be’s

The ought to be’s

Those beleaguering be’s..

While everyday

Clearing confusion

And mindless intrusion

That feeds dark delusion..

More than happy to say

No desire to play

A contrived role

Authentic and whole

Is forever the goal…

So Cold…



Beauty pure

Compelling with

Frigid allure

For unsuspecting

Hope filled poor

Such frozen depths

Few will endure…

Copyright © Murrsma 2015

Day 3 of the 5 photos, 5 stories challenge I was invited to participate in by  Phen Weston from http://www.darknesswarmth.wordpress.com ..Post a photo attaching a story, poem or paragraph ( fiction or non-fiction) for five consecutive days and each day invite another blogger for the challenge.

Today I would like to invite janetweightreed10 from jcrhumming.wordpress.com  Her artwork is absolutely stunning, should she, for any reason, choose not to participate I will understand.



For who will raise a brow

What pause might there be made

If to a peaceful valley

Or into mist I fade..

A need for some relief

A silent cry for rest

To ease the constant pounding

Residing in my chest..

The desire to fight is gone

My end of rope has frayed

White flag up in surrender

High the price of burdens paid…

Comforts Caress…

Silky whispers hasten

To caress a worried mind

Soothing fretful thinking

The Stars are realigned

Gentle trailing fingers

Sweet melody of calm

When Spirit hums a lullaby

For Souls a peace filled balm

The weight of worldly measures

All dissipate in air

From strength and love surrounding

A heart with tender care…