At dusk’s glowy light
as the moon began to rise
and the summer sun slowly sank gracefully into the horizon
I rode an old but sturdy bicycle
to a field of flowers
A dream this was in my mind
many a time
And I stopped for a moment to let it in
to feel the breeze on my face
and watch the white daisies sway
Could I live here forever
I calmly asked myself
Could I bask in country’s earthen simplicity
I surely am not a big city girl
Could I keep my hands dirty
and ride this bicycle for miles in solitude
The black horse in the distance neighed and I dreamed for a moment that I could
In a field of flowers
as evening settled in.
Category Archives: Sunday Night Sonnet
In a Field of Flowers
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As the Rooster Crows
As the rooster crows
the hidden sun shines behind murky grey clouds
But the air is not murky
as tepid drops of rain fall and gather like pools of light on pink pedals and green leaves of oak
soaked right in an early summer festival of storms
I watched as they rolled in quietly then came bursting in loud and quick as foxes
Then leaving in a rumble rumble want of repetition
The morning does crave the rooster’s crow
as pale silence beyond rainfall waits for its decision to bring about inference of breath
A gentle stirring of the day
Some work, some play
And a space to curl up and ponder
Set forth creative endeavors
Basking walking smiling dreaming
As the rooster crows.
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A Place to Make a Fire
Among your heart’s desire
be there space for which to retire
Not in suffering resolution
but in courageous absolution
Contentment here as well as there
but something amiss in our breath’s air
And in between all feelings of woe
a dormant shimmering glimmer of hope
Destiny’s will come forth and received
a space to reshape the before besieged
Through clouds of storm and hurricane
among sorrow, forgiveness, exaltation, pain
Within your soul amid the muck and the mire
wholly a place to make a fire.
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It Has Come to My Attention
It has come to my attention
though arduous in its reasoning of how
There is room for things slunk away
in the corner of heart’s bough
that in this instance a sprouted seed
green with fury of survival
pushed away dirt and muck and haste
against the push and pull of rivals
I do not know when or how
the why I do however know
There is room here as there’s always been
for love’s arms to embrace
to free and grow
Yet with apprehension this ardor onerous
A virtue like truth to see
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The Fallen Leaves (the passing of time)
Trudging knee-high in leaves
discarded shelter now food for soil
The passing of time long arduous
and fleeting all at once
We wish for high winds
to carry all away
And when they do come
blow our hearts out of our chests
Maddening deafness except
the blind chatter of our minds
and the crunch swish crunch
of fallen foliage at our feet
Trek on still
with our eyes set forward
Lest we cackle like mad men
in the unforgiving forest of
despondency.
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A Kind of Kindling
All relationships need kindling
It’s too easy to become wrapped up
in the monotony of daily life
and think things will fix themselves
with the drying of the plastic dishes on the counter
But sometimes gotta get out of the kitchen
go to a place where there are no dishes to wash
no routines to keep
a different perspective and air to breathe
We played in the field after dinner
and it was not planned
I saw you smile in the dunes
and make jokes while pedaling the surrey
It wasn’t you and I arguing
or me wishing you were 8 again
We were just ourselves
and there was no animosity
or harsh words or sadness
There are new memories on the beach now
a twinkle in my eye when I look southward
and see the city where we spent a weekend
A much-needed weekend
spontaneous and free
The you and me that always has been
and hopefully always will be.
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A Bird Call, A Meditation Song
A bird call
a meditation song
words spoken to the sea
spinning in the high winter’s sky
where the pelicans fly
and the hawk and dove and osprey
singing their tune
which I cannot translate
yet reminding me to breathe and let be
Uttered forth among ocean waves
these affirmations floating to you
and cascading back to me.
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Bathing In
I need to bathe in the music of the soul
That which is beautiful and free
without sadness
I don’t want to bathe in the bloated belly
of discontentment and sorrow
and hopelessness
There is a light out there
that shines brighter than any
chasm is dark
And it doesn’t blind
but leads and fulfills and carries
when the void does come
Bathe with me in this
Engulf in the sweet luminous sound
of all that is good in this world.
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A Rare Cold Day
It’s a rare cold day here
one meant for staying close in
and keeping the biting breeze out
Or perhaps to face the bite
let it rattle your bones for a bit
then come inside and take a warm sip
There’s tea on the stove
coffee in the carafe
Sun is gleaming on the chilly
palm fronds outside
But my couch is empty
too many cups in the cupboard
January can be an icy stare
smoke-filled rooms with nowhere
to breathe
Resolutions already falling away
A need for connection
but the line is dead
Suit up and carry on
it’s just one more day
one rare cold day
But with the birds flight
south-wind, still
a struggle to let go within.
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The Summer of 12
Soaked in cold spring water
engulfed in it
I want to paddle against the current again
River rocks
you helped me walk over their slippery path
A mountain’s bald peak
grass as soft as cotton
No stress there
Can we go back
on days like these
where life has sucked out
all the marrow of zen
and time is on fast-forward
The summer of 12
the best in my life
You 12, me 42
But among those swaying pines
and silly laughter
I was the same as you
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