Feed The Soul

If you gave birth to words,

I would make you a garden

to plant them in.

I would water them,

and watch them grow.

If you wrote words on my skin,

I would undress in the ocean,

read them out loud

and let the waves wash

them off my canvas and carry 

them away.

If words were your passion,

I would gather them in my pockets

and keep them safe in a locket 

by my heart.

I would guard them for you

until you would let them fly

into the universe.

Ink drops written with your blood,

words saturated with 

reason and madness,

sorrow and joy,

words that feed the soul.



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Relevant

Words orphaned,

discarded,

thrown away.

Words relevant ?

life changing ?

inspiring?

Words celebrated,

words crushed.

Torn between a desire to 

improve the world,

acknowledging the smallness of it all .

We are like specks,

like snowflakes melting.

Does our voice count,

does it really matter.

I bathe in the moonlight,

seaweed on my ankles,

shackled by yesterday,

questioning everything.

My happiness salted with sadness,

the fire in my soul burning.

My desire lives,

living my poetry,
day after day,

the words leave me depleted.

The words that once comforted me,

betray me.

I am left weak,

I measure the words and I ask,

do the words really matter ?

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Sweet Valentine

My Valentine,

your breath on mine,

sweet escape,

you fill the pages of my heart.

Gentle when you touch my soul,

you shake my spirit with yours.

Valentine,

you are Sunday,

you are the stars on a Key West night,

you are the cathedral of Muir Woods.

Valentine,

will you still love me

when my mermaid hair turns white.

Will you still love me when my eyes

stop shinning like the stars in the evening sky.

Will you still love me when I am frail and weak,

will you love me for all time,

even if I lose my mind,

even if I no longer know your name

and no longer recognize the sound of your voice.

Valentine,

will you be there for me to lean on,

to warm my days with new memories,

to make your laughter my new soundtrack,

will you be my everything,

will you love me for all time. 

I know you will.

 

 

 

 

Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. This is dedicated to my husband, he is my love and my best friend. We are still young and we enjoy our life and love but I have seen some sad  life lessons about life and love. Getting older and some of the sadness involved in that reality. Love takes different shapes. Come and join us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts. 

Super Bowl XLVII

New Orleans caressed us with

her eyelashes,

inspired us to dream of

things we can't see or touch.

We walked her streets feeling

her charming buildings,

with cast iron balconies,

a melting pot,

a home of great writers,

you can feel the spirits of the past,

in the present.

Colorful people,

colorful beads.

I've had my share of cafe au lait,

with beignets,

at Cafe Du Monde.

I have listened to tales

with my heart open.

New Orleans,

intimate like an old friend,

you visit,

delightful like a new one.

That was years ago,

but never forgotten,

only stored in the attics of my mind

for safekeeping.

Today captures it again,

today,

game day

we wait with anticipation,

sinful foods and drinks and laughter

in the house.

On the field,

festivities unfold,

the Armed Forces Color Guard

presents the flags,

our hearts beat like their drums.

The broadcast takes us to Afghanistan,

true heroes watching with pride.

They sacrifice,

so we can be free,

so we can play this game.

" America the Beautiful" 

Sandy Hook Elementary Chorus,

brings us to tears.

The Star Spangled Banner is

sung beautifully on the field.

We are overcome by emotion,

we weep.

Ravens or 49ers,

 I have listened to their stories

and their struggles.

The road challenging,

stepping stones,

that brought them here,

there are no losers today.

The highs and lows of today will

forever be imprinted on their hearts.

Today a celebration for

them,

for us.