You are

You are the feather that

finds me

and rests on my shoulder.

You are the breeze

that caresses my skin.

You are the shimmer I see

over clear waters.

You are the butterfly 

that lands fearless on my face.

You are the sound that I hear

from the music box

while no one touched it. 

You are the seagull poised

on the fence

anchored in the moment.

You are the song

the sparrow sings

you are the joy and sorrow

I feel within.

You are in my smile,

in the sound of my laughter,

in the core of my being. 

For Mom and Dad I will always miss you.  Meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

Andrea Bocelli-You speak to my soul

My soul wept while you sang,

my soul trembled 

as your voice lifted it higher. 

As you touched my core,

I was an infant,

I was a little girl running 

toward my father's arms,

I was a woman loved.

All the moments unfolded into one,

a thousand yesterdays and today,

interwoven into a beautiful tapestry of my life.

My soul trembled,

touching dark places

where now there is light,

reaching inside my spirit

to everything I ever was,

and all that I am.

Erase the past,

celebrate the past,

devastation replaced by triumph.

I wept as if I had wings,

lifting me over oceans and mountains

I have loved.

Completely captivated

in the moment,

yet I melted into 

a thousand mournful mornings,

of despair and loneliness,

of judgement and courage.

A thousand moments

engraved in my being.

A thousand tangos I have danced

while I stood still.

All the while,

my soul weeping,

the scars cracked,

open and bleeding.

My soul weeping with the grace

of knowing that the pages

are full,

that I have lived,

that I have loved,

that we are here

for a moment in time.

We blink and the

here and now 

are gone. 

I was inspired to write this after attending a concert of Andrea Bocelli. His voice went to my core and as you read the poem I wrote you will understand how I feel. I never felt so lifted to hear anyone in concert even though I have seen many talented performers that I love. This concert was like therapy to my soul. I am so grateful that I experienced this.  Please meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

The stillness

The seed sprouts into a plant,

dawn turns into a new day,

the infant grows,

and so did our love.

I did not ask you

for eternity,

I did not seek,

question,

judge,

I did not rush your love.

I took it one day at a time,

one stolen kiss,

one moment of desire,

drops of magic in the sands of time.

In the stillness of dawn

our love is sacred.

You reach for me,

our tangled feet meet,

the silence cradles us in the moment.

There are no interruptions,

or decisions to make,

or small stuff to sweat,

or words we may utter and regret.

In the stillness of dawn,

love is reborn,

like the new day.

All that was said is forgotten

and forgiven

in the stillness of dawn
we remember
how we became one. 


Dedicated to my husband, he is my love and my best friend. Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. Meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

My Tree

The veins in my hands deep,

pronounced,

like the roots of the oak tree,

strong and enduring.

My crow's feet light

but aged,

like the cracks in the tree

seasoned and broken down.

On the doorstep of spring

the bark peels without danger.

On the doorstep of spring

my soul is fractured

from the crevices of life.

My inner bark is living

forming new protective layers.

We both weathered life,

at times beaten and broken,

yet we are both survivors.

New twigs are forming,

green leaves are sprouting,

and I am growing new stems

to extend ,

to uncover and remedy 

doubt and fear. 

My spirit soars higher

than my body can.

It struggles

to follow the questions,

to explore the possibilities,

to provoke,

to seek.

When you look into my eyes

can you see the stains on my soul?

I bow my head

and

then I rise

like the roots of the oak tree

soaking it all in,

loving life. 

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Young Minds

Young minds,

I want to share my fears

and tears,

my bleeding heart,

my concern.

I want to listen to the rhythm

of your thoughts,

I want to absorb your feelings.

I do not wish to correct,

judge,

lecture,

shut you down.

I wish to listen,

I wish to tune in.

I won't say that you are 

wrong because you see the world

in a different light.

I  want to embrace

your originality 

and young wisdom.

I want to embrace

your innocence and vulnerability.

Young minds you possess 

hope

in dreams we have lost,

in battles we have abandoned,

in lives come undone.

Young minds,

we know

 we were in your shoes once.
Young minds
one small
or big lesson,
follow your hearts
so you don't lose your souls.  



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Happy 28th Birthday

I've been told that my face

lights up when I see you.

What they can not see is 

that my heart dances

and soars.

The sun seeped into my soul

the day you were born,

wrinkled skin,

ten fingers,

ten toes,

my spirit bloomed .

You smiled and 

touched my face,

I felt pure love and devotion. 

Time stood still,

as I held you,

my heart full.

We grew side by side,

 two peas in a pod,

bookends.

Life was messy,

imperfect,

but I stood in the storm,

faced the dragons,

looked them in the eye,

and looked within my soul.

I nourished you with love,

I nourished you with books,

words danced between us.

The pages of our life filled

with wonder and discoveries.

Delightful things you said 

filled with wisdom and tenderness

as I listened in awe.

 You taught me forgiveness

and redemption.

I taught you that the world

was yours,

to listen to your heart 

and extend your gifts to the world.

Compassion and love,

one life,

one step at a time.

There was a time I carried you

in my arms,

your legs wrapped around my waist.

Now, 

I carry you in my heart,

in every thought,

in every waking moment.

I love you forever my son.

 

 

 

 

My son's birthday is January 24th. He will be 28 which seems amazing to me. I had him when I was 24 so I feel like we grew up together. I raised him on my own until the age of 9 when I was blessed to find love and a man that raised my son as his own. Josh, Happy Birthday! we love you and we are so proud of the man and humanitarian that you are. May all your wishes come true. We wish you, Happiness, Love and Peace.

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My snow angel

You made snow angels

in the white soft snow.

The sun was honey colored,

like the color of my dreams.

The moments fleeting,

it was not lost on me.

I knew that these are magical moments

that will become a rarity,

because I gave you wings

to soar up high,

to fly,

to taste freedom and life.

I savored the hours,

through my dark glasses.

My soul rested,

the way we did in the lodge

up in the woods.

Snow was silent,

like my thoughts.

I left the worries behind

to elevate my soul,

to lay my weary heart

in a safe place.

I listened to the mountains

as the sun rose
 it brushed up

against them
 and fondled them.

I drank coffee in front of the fire 

I listened to the woods,

I listened to my spirit.

The tree is twinkling,

your baby ornaments wink 

attempting to make me smile.

My dreams came true,

you created a life

you soar like the stars,

This Christmas my heart will

miss you more than you'll ever know.

Our son Josh was not home for Christmas. It was the first time in 27 years, the first time since he was born. We were blessed to have him here for the New Year. I wrote this poem in December and now I am sharing it. Please join us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.