All the pretty horses

All she ever wanted
Just a horse, a friendly beast
That’s she could call her own.
A beauty, any color would do,
Big or small
Any size at all,
It didn’t matter
Because it would be hers.
And she could call it any name
That she felt like, and she would talk to it,
Feed it, tell it her secrets
And it would understand.
It would rescue her and take her far away
From this life she lived,
The terrors surrounding her.
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The nightmares would disappear
If she only had a horse, any horse would do.
It would be a magical beast
With powers to make her invisible,
To hide her in the darkness
To let her grow up and be brave.
She would have a friend
And they would ride in the sunshine
In meadows
And the horse would munch on tall grasses
And apples and carrots too, she told herself.
Yes, it would be just her and her horse
And it would be all she would ever need.
I saw her cry when they told her no
Yet once again,
And a piece of her died inside.
I gave her my stuffed one, but it was not
All she needed, all she wanted,
It would not take her away,
It would not stop her tears
It would not piece back together her soul.
As she grew up, she never got a horse,
I don’t know if she still dreams of it,
Or not.
I hope she’s found all she needs
I hope she still has some dreams
That do come true.
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Color of life

Walking
Rain soaked pavement
I see the color of evening sky
Changing with
The passing storm.
Walking to the pit pat of rain
Falling from the trees that line
This quiet walkway,
Just you and I
And nowhere to be,
Just out aimlessly
Breathing in the warm spring rain.
Ah, this moment
Captured by unknown
I pretend it is us,
As we had been there before.
Venice or Charleston,
Different towns
But beautiful
In a fresh wet clean way
As the drop slips off the umbrella
And unnoticed slips down my back
Leaving a darkened line
Before it disappears
Drying with the emerging sunset.

My friend http://sanjeetv.wordpress.com/ added his lines to my poem,
They deserve to be included. Thanks you sanjeetv.

Walking lovers
under running cloud
Two hearts are talking
But not so loud
Two lovers away from crowd
Mixing of Beat of raindrops
With beat of heart is allowed

Peace and poop

I sit in my thoughts
Wrapped like a soft scarf
Under my dreaming tree.
I watch this world
As it moves around me
And I am a part of it
Yet choose to sit and stay
In the shade of this moment.
The sweetest days are those
That can be light and easy,
No place to be
No cares in the world,
Just to sit and be
A part of each second
The quietly ticks by.
Sun shine trickles through the leaves
Music from an open window
Softly I sway
Like a branch in the wind.
The bird above me looks down
And blesses me with a gift
On my toe,
My mother tells me this is good luck
But I don’t see how,
Nature interrupted
My blissful moment smeared
With life and it’s remnants,
Blessed indeed?

Thoughts from when I was twelve and first learning to
Write my thoughts down. Bird doo on my shoe, and yes I was told it was good luck.
If anyone knows if this is true or not, please tell me:) If not I will live in my oblivion and chalk it up to wishful thinking:)

Cinderella does it

Wow…I mean really, WOW in big letters.
Today I did something I never in my life imagined I would do.
500 followers!!!

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Anyone who reads me regularly knows that I like to dwell a bit in the fantasy Disney like other world of happiness and joy, smiles and peace. Well thank you to each and every one of you for this. I began this blog as an outlet after not really writing for years. Well when you coop up the little voice too long, well at some point it takes over you, hijacking your soul and makes you do things you never thought yourself capable of.
And then I came here and I met all of you and the rest is history. You guys and gals inspire me with your beautiful photos, your heart wrenching words, your innermost thoughts and your humor.
I am amazed by all of you and I truly thank you all for coming along on my little blog as I journey through life. And Cinderella? She was my five hundredth follower.
http://thebippityboppitybeautifulblog.wordpress.com/
Bippity Boppity, thank you my new friend. You have made my day a beacon of sun through the snow.
and to all my peeps, bless you all.
K.L Infinite Zip

Thought tunnel

I am moving
Riding the rail
Smoothly rounding the turns
Effortlessly.
I see the red lights
Cross bars coming down,
There I go again
Losing my train of thought.
I think it derailed
Somewhere between
Yesterday and tomorrow ,
Between a laugh and a sigh.
I saw it last at the tunnel,
I saw its harsh glaring light.
First it was there,
Now gone baby, so gone.
My hobo pack falls to the dirt,
I kick a can and wait
The side of the road
Empty and forlorn,
Come back to me my mind,
Please return to the station
You left someone behind.

Life….moving….living

My many meanings
Daffodils the emblem of my days
Yellow for hope.
My husband makes me laugh in spring
Endearing in my heart
He plants the bulbs and covers them,
I know his “daffodil dance” well,
Drops his knickers and dances about
In a supreme joyous abandon.
Clockwork each spring they pop up
To bring a shine in my eye
Grateful for each day I have.
Eight years ago a pin was
Bestowed upon me,
A poem attached
From a friend.
The symbol of hope, blooming year after year,
To represent enduring strength
And renewal.
It represents achievement over challenge.
A symbol for the precious miracle of life.
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I am one of the many
Faces of cancer.
Everyone has been touched in some way by this word.
I applied eight stickers to my face,
One for each year I count myself as a survivor.
So,spring is especially meaningful to me,
Rebirth of the nature that surrounds me.
My yellow daffodils of hope….I bought a small cut bunch
Yesterday for the kitchen to jump start my joy,
I see them sitting on the counter
As the snow falls beyond the window.
Life, renewal, hope.
That is what I am all about,
This is me
And there is a whole day ahead of me,
Over and over again,
I send you a smile,
I bestow my love and hope to this world,
I gave you my daffodil
A gift to keep or pass along.
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Heart of Spring

Another flight of
Snow has landed
Screeching to a halt
Upon my fair lawn.
The runway for robins
Now covered
Worms have dipped below
Live another day.
The heart of spring
Two days till warmth?
59 degrees will de-ice
The grass once more,
Trip postponed for the birds
To return.
Stay south my little winged friends
I will see you soon,
When the grass turns bright green
My heart will melt
In joy.

Moratorium for a mouse

There you sit,
What’s wrong little buddy…
Uh oh…..
Cat got your tongue?
Or perhaps death by
Peanut butter.
I saw your friend yesterday.
He would have said hi,
But he was just sitting there too
Before he went outside
To play with the dog.
Oooooh, and your other friend the day before,
You know,
The big one….
He went out to play too,
Seems he liked the peanut butter
Just a little too much,
I think the cat was licking it off of him.
Don’t worry about the fat black cat,
He won’t touch you,
He’s a vegetarian.
Oh, and the tortie too,
She doesn’t like your kind.
Now the new one Smokey,
He’s a meat eater….watch that one.
Anyway, good to see you again,
So sorry you couldn’t stay,
But there’s no room in the inn today.
Out you go,
Play awhile in the snow,
Tomorrow you’ll be good as new,
A mousicle
You’ll hold up well
For the game of cat.

Dreams pour forth

Filled to the brim
The dreams in the night
Spill over the lip
Of consciousness.
Spread thin like water
Wet and warm
Inviting to slip in
Soak away the tension.
Closing eyes
Lean back on the edge
And open the mind
To what comes forth.
Lost in the fantasy
Another dream filled night
Wrapped in the clouds
Of my wandering mind.
Wake to sleep
Around and around
Carousel of wonder
Surrounding me.
I remember each one,
Cherished like a found treasure
Longing to slip back
To visit longer.
The light of morning intrudes
And surfacing sadly
I know I will return
With the coming of the moon.

Cuddling

I found you had come to bed the other night
Curled up in my spot that I had left warm,
I tried to move you over so gently but you barely moved so
I tucked in beside you.
You rested your head next to mine,
Your breath warm on my neck. I laid my arm
Gently over you to keep you from falling off the side
And you snuggled in closer,
Your tongue warm against my cheek you gave me
The sweetest kiss.
Your body warm next to mine,
You smelled of earth, of spring rain.
I love you so, but this will not work
I thought as I tried to fall back to sleep,
Uncomfortable in this position
Yet savoring this moment of peace.
You looked up at me with that look in your
Eyes of understanding as I gently pushed
You away.
With a growl, you moved away most likely angry.
I fell back to sleep and hoped you would
Get over it and not be mad in the morning.
I felt sorry for my action but it had to be.
This bed just isn’t big enough for two dogs,
Three cats and a husband.
The husband gets to stay.
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