Sunday, February 2, 2014

Drip, Drip, Dripping

Tiptoeing in, silent,
Peeking around the corner
Watching waiting,
Quite as the mourner,

The fog, drip, drip,dripping
Silvery,ghost like hands
Moving in, drip, drip, dripping

Moving slowly, drip, drip, dripping
Leaving a cold moist kiss
Swirling tendrils, drip, drip, dripping

Thick and thin drip, drip, dripping
Here then gone again
Muffling sounds, drip, drip, dripping

Hated, yet loved, drip, drip, dripping
Embraced, yet rejected
Desired, yet scorned,drip, drip, dripping

Leaving, job done, drip, drip, dripping
Til next time needed
Moving on, drip, drip, dripping

Tiptoeing out, silent,
Peeking around the corner
Watching waiting,
Quite as the mourner,
Copyrighted by Songs of my Heart 2014

Thursday, January 30, 2014


The blue jay so resplendent
In shiny white and blue

The cardinal, glowing vibrant
Clothed in red and black

The small Chickadee, so shy
Dressed in black and white


Saturday, January 25, 2014

Beachy Sandy Feet

Running to the waters edge
Hot sandy feet
Waves splash coolly
Fish nibble tickley
Cool sand comforts
Standing gazing
Not wanting to leave.

No chair to sit in
Sun is glaring
Crabs are biting
Feet are cold and wet
No towels, no shoes
Sand sucking at our feet
Need to leave. 

Copyrighted 2014
Songs of My Heart

Thursday, January 23, 2014

My Eye

My eye
Do you see?

The things of life around me.

Assaulting the senses

A kaleidoscope of input
So much so

That I need TWO eyes to see it all.  

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

New Horizons

Cold and dark
So far from home
Will I ever feel the sun again?

The end has happened
But you cannot see
The heavens obscure the horror.

Onward though to a new beginning
Starting over, ever so sure.
Leave the hate, bring the love.

No monsters, only us
Beings...human, alien and more
Together forever bound.

Copyrighted 2014
The Songs of My Heart 01222014

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Trees 01182014

(note- tried to overlay some gnarled trees in the pic.....the poem that is italicized goes with the gnarled trees)

Trees in my yard
Front and back

     Gnarled trunks
     Spindly branches

Leafy and green
Never out of whack

     Reaching to the sky
    Hidden in the dark

Shady in the summer
When the sun shines bright

     Black and grey
     Often ignored

Bare in the winter
When the cold winds bite

    No protection given
    No protection gained

Home to the birds
Home to the squirrels

     Destined to be lonely
     Never to be seen
Safe and sound
When the wind swirls

     Bent and curled
    Grasping at the earth

Standing straight
Roots deep in the earth

    Bent and twisted
    Never royalty to be 

Majestic trunks
With large round girths

     Saddness and sorrow
     Flows from the heart

Happiness over flows
When looking at the trees

     So glad they can't be seen
     So glad to just melt away

So sad for those
Who can't see the trees.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Glorious Morn - 30 words

Icy cold breath
sweeps across the land

All is hushed
anticipation swells

The light shines
clouds swirl in

The mountain shines
emerging from the mist

Glorious Morn is upon us

Wednesday, January 15, 2014



Nothing to See


Cold to touch


Void of feeling


The unknown


Opposite of white


Mix it up - grey


At the bottom, looking up


Move into the light




A matrix is like life.

If I turn right, will I be right                                                                 
Or if I turn left will I be right 
Or if I turn right will I be wrong 
And if I turn left will I be right? 

Or are both directions wrong for me
Or are both directions right for me.  

And if I have a friend along, 
If I turn right, and he turns left, 
Who will be right and who will be wrong, 
Or if we both turn right or we both turn left, 
Again what will the out come be. 

No one will know until they play the game.
And in the Dance of Life game with our friends and ourselves

A matrix is formed.

***note****was helping my son who is in college visualize a matrix in words and this is what I came up with....

Sunday, January 12, 2014



Smile on vacation
Returning to late to help
To right a sad wrong.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Out My WIndow

Out side my window
Dark and dreary
Nothing stirs
But the wind.

No birds on the feeder
No birds in the bath
No birds in the air
Just the wind.

Branches sway
Leaves tumble
Whistling can be heard
Thanks to the wind.

Clouds skitter by
Wispy little ghosts
Moving ever so quickly
On the tails of the wind.

Tomorrow a new day will break
The sun will come out
The birds will sing, eat and bath
Accompanied by the wind.