Time to go

Waves crash like errant thoughts
slamming into the thickest forms
meant to last forever
piece by piece carried away
as brown muddy water swirls carelessly
tides moving in and out
sucking away the loved treasures,
time to go
to be born again.
Beginnings and endings
life has her moments that teach
the art of memories and photographs
replacing that which can no longer be touched,
swept away in rough storms
sometimes its just good to let it be,
drift on the good times
and let go the rest.
I saw a mermaid below
swimming slowly waiting to be seen,
endless depth in natures eyes
dark form lurking beneath the blue-green
as the heart beat in excitement
she slipped farther away
as I stood above content
for having been gifted with presence,
more memories stored
as the posts now come down,
the crew will carry away the pieces
of a history destroyed
by a fickle wind that blew over
yet saved me from her worst,
I will carry on remembering
the scent of salt
and the view of yesterday.

The historic Anna Maria City Pier was too badly damaged during Hurricane Irma that it will be torn down and rebuilt at some point in the future. A beautiful place where I saw my first manatee that swam beneath my feet as I stood looking down, they say originally someone thought they were mermaids….I think a mermaid would be much more attractive…..but it was so special, and I have photographs and memories to keep it in my mind for always. ❤

Beyond the day

He sends me Jesus in the curve

past the point where darkness slips in,

chasing thoughts like leaves in a spin

spiraling down like rain in a frenzy,

how had I forgotten

as I rush about filling the minutes

with something,

anything to soothe the mind

as fear carries my mind away on the wind.

We sit watching through windows

strands slamming back and forth

like beads in hands of a child

as the parade passes on

the colors move like ripples

shining beacons of a new memory.

Voices across miles take me into shelter,

safe in the deep breaths calming

as we sit on a concrete island

surrounded by fury

tamed by none,

and they say the Seminoles came

blessings this place and keeping safe

from destruction and I’ve stood

amongst their burial mounds

saying prayers and though I did not know

this urban legend till after

I can feel the strength of nature

in feathers laying at my feet.

I gather them up,

the storm talisman

and watch the fireflies bob and weave,

and the butterflies linger perhaps

watching the pink scarf of coolness around my neck,

I wonder where it is that they go

when the might and howling waltzing winds spin

round and round

one two three one two three

breathing in and out

I let it go

and slide into a sleep surreal.

An image of the eclipse sent  to me from my Dad, telling me he found Jesus and sent him to us for protection. Thanks Dad, it is a sigh so incredible. Thoughts on the hurricane, hope you enjoy.

 

Blessed

Our new day dawns
Finding the other side
where light gives guidance
we creep beyond our space
hoping for sights pleasing
as dogs sniff about the ground,
covered in green leaves
a new fall it seems
minus the shades of Northern climes,
we are standing in the aftermath
and feeling blessed on this and every day,
amazed and honored
beyond words.

We made it through the rain as Barry always sang, have yet to do a total assesment beyond the fence, but alive and well and so thankful for it all. Prayers sent answered
and just so happy.