A mermaids soul

She swims the seas searching
for the love of tales of lore,
swimming with her kind
she longs for even more.
She wants to spread the sunshine
to every soul she meets,
emerging from the waves
she wishes to be on shore.
That is where the people live
in homes with lights at night,
she loves her coral and her fish
but she needs to give more life,
to the heart of man and woman
that she sees from down below,
the couples walking hand in hand
that is the love her heart knows.
She is the mermaid of soul
she is the shine under the summer sun
that reflects off waves
and ships and hands
that seek the prize down low.
The child’s fingers that plucks the shell
she reaches out to hold,
with the heart of an angel
she swims beside
even though we may not know.
Through tears and joy
she sings to us
of happiness and joy,
she has come to land
toes in the sand
with hugs and love untold.

Thoughts of lavender

The waves of lavender fill my mind,
searching for fresh air of a country day
glass walls surround the traveling soul
and the tourist angrily brushes by
on his way to nowhere fast.
The purple haze of violet days
easy carefree
breathing the atmosphere
of an uncluttered moment
of a day in the life.
Where do they come from
and where do they go,
fast fast the conveyor moves
and yet they still move faster,
I walk to the beat of time to kill
hours to pass
the big metal birds take off
flying higher and higher
till they reach the horizon of a cloud
unwinding spirals of white
disappearing from my view.
I dream then of lavender fields
the lovely blooms waving
clean and fresh
the scent of candles you like
the color of the heart
that’s missing you.

Visions of cheese

My bags not packed,
not ready to go
leaving on a jet plane.
Waking to thunder crashes
lightning storms lashing
the atmosphere.
Dogs run wild in the darkness
too early for me to be drenched
flashlight shines on glowing eyes
like hounds of hell coming forth.
I watch the web coming in and out
power out here and there.
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Drippy wet dog stares at me
dragging on the rug
I sing a bit of Steppenwolf
the magic carpet ride
she looks at me unimpressed.
Coffee hot and eyes adjusting
pondering what to pack
in my travel bag,
heading to the land of cheese
a happy mouse indeed,
to bring some home or not,
that will be the question
and should I bring a bigger bag?
How much will fit?
What will the TSA say
if I have a big bag full
of lovely cheddar, creamy swiss,
maybe a fine Monterey….
so many choices
mouth waters and I’m not even there yet.
Dog rides the carpet once more,
my little girl Cheezit, hmm wonder if there
might be a connection of thought
this early morning.
Just saying.

Traveling for business so I might be in and out for the next two days, off in Wisconsin eating cheese…while doing actual work of course.

What do you see

Open eyes peering
No words spoken
Looking up down around
What do you see?
Heartbreak?
Misery?
Lights and shades?
Black and white?
Prism eyes or rose colored glasses,
What do you perceive in a glance
In a thought
Rainbow reflects
Opaque sheen
Do you see laughter?
Do you see joy?
Do you crinkle the corners
When you smile?
Do you see the stars?
Do you see the magic?
Oh eyes in the mirror,
What is it you see,
Aching orbs, tired but open
Look at me
Tell me what you see
Oh window to the soul,
I sometimes wonder.

gnarled

Poor remnant
Old and without green
Cut for fire
No longer of use
Old has been replaced
By young new sapling.
Gnarled limbs
Like arms
Three fingers in a wave of
Peace or hello,
Other arm reached out
To hold itself up
I spare you to stand guard
Over the weed garden,
I have no gnome,
You have lost your home
So you shall bear watch
Waving off like naked scarecrow,
Those hounds that run amok
Scare them off with your gnarled self
And wave at me while I pass by.
I see you as female
Your tired bosom hanging low
Rounded outcropping
Below your limbs
Cracked and wrinkled
Aging like a fine piece
Of future firewood
For now a grandmother
Of the garden
Without a head of green
But I can picture you smiling
None the less.
Aging with imagination
Standing in strength with a little help
From the garden faeries.

A life without a star

There are rarely stars
in the city of smog
and for that I am sad
and watching for you.
I cannot imagine a life
without a wishing star
the magical view that is
for everyone free.
To look up and see
the beauty spread out above
like a blanket covered
in child like glitter.
To feel so small
knowing we are just a speck
in a piece of it all.
I look to the sky
for those who cannot see,
when your view is gone or
covered in a blanket of
pollution and fog,
I will watch the stars for you
and dream and believe
and make a wish
even if through a single falling tear,
a hope that someday you will see
the tiny lights above in a world
so clean and clear.
To know for some there is no shine,
I send some to you
with the utmost peace and love
across the universe,
under the same sky
just from a different view.

Paper dreams afloat

I like to think
To believe in it all
The magic,
The hopes,
The silent words expressed
When set adrift.
Paper tissue balloon
Filled with the life force
Of whispered fervent prayers
Set aloft into the night
Sent to the outer limits of view
Sent to the unknown in humble love.
Where do they travel?
These treasures of the heart,
Who looks in wide wonder
To see a falling star,
Not really a star
But not knowing that,
Accepts it as such.
Are wishes then made
By the stranger afar,
A multiple gift bestowed
Upon the soul of a human
Who believes in the magic
In the power of more
In the truth of a prayer answered.

Lilac rose – Ajaytao

This photo brought me a feeling of serenity and the words are a beautiful addition. Beauty abound on a rainy Tuesday morning.

Ajaytao Botanical Photography

Lilac rose - Ajaytao Lilac rose – Ajaytao

Reflections of Honey

risen in darkness
drifting clouds conceal moonlight
from a shadowed face

reflections serene
lunar light breaks the stillness
revealing night orbs

golden chablis flows
from glowing flower petals
sweet drops of honey

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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Glistening Web

After the rain is gone
tucked away below the step
walking up I spy
the tiny glistening drops
catch my eye,
drawing me with a smile
lucky clover and diamond sparkle
hidden.
Most would never see
but most are not me,
searching for beauty
in unexplored places
finding the gifts beneath wood
where no one ever looks.
The hidden place where faeries play
the woodland home
where webs are spread
to catch the dew or rain
to feed a creature,
give respite when the sun takes away
the gift of skies.
Beauty found everywhere
if we open eyes to see
the miracle of life force
gift to the heart and soul.