My Song for Today

My Song for Today

When I have no happiness,
the sunrise is my joy.
When I have no time,
I throw away my watch.

When I have no friends,
I walk with my dogs.
When I cannot sleep,
solitude is my rest.

When I lose my youth
I conjure myself sage.
When I have no voice,
poetry gives me words.

When I have no love, my
granddaughter gives a hug.
When I have no dreams
I learn to enjoy the dark.

When I have no faith
I act as if I do.
When I have no peace
I rest in my God.

I first wrote this in 2011.  I revised it a little to share in Sunday's Poetry Pantry.

Holy Days or.....

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Holy Days or.....

When did holy days
go out of fashion
and Easter break
become spring break

I do understand really
as many do not
celebrate the day
and I respect that

but still I remember
simpler times when
life was homogenized
we cannot go back.

Written for Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif -
Holiness/ Holy Day.

When I was a child and even long after,
schools always had "Easter vacation" this time
of year.  Never thought a thing about it.
It was just the way it was.  Then things
changed.  No more "Easter." Instead
spring break for our diverse society,
though the break generally does fall
around Easter.

Happy Easter

Happy Easter

Despite the world's craziness
despite the world's evil
despite the winds of war

the same old story of Easter
brings us new hope this year.

Happy Easter to all.

A short offering for Poetry Pantry.

When They Found Her

When They Found Her

When they found her late at night, she was alone on the
wooden park bench, blank expression on her face. She
sat motionless, grasped the handle of her well-worn
suitcase that shared the bench. And when authorities
discovered her, asked her to open her bag, she didn't resist.
She had nothing to hide, little to display.The contents are
as mundane as her life. One pair of jeans, two blouses,
two sweaters, underwear, an extra pair of shoes, colorful
socks, warm jacket, a teapot and different bags of exotic
teas, folder full of poetry written by hand, two pens, an
address book, a book of stamps, a flashlight, and a
beautiful china cup carefully wrapped in a red silk cloth
so it would not break, undoubtedly for her tea.

Sharing this with Sumana's prompt for Poets United
Midweek Motif  -- where the theme is 'books'

I Try

Recent Meal at a Local Restaurant

I Try

I try to smile more than frown
read books and take walks
visit current museum exhibits
enjoy menus of new restaurants.

I search out recent movies
take a country drive
check offerings on public television
ponder recipes in a new cookbook.

I try to think Easter lilies
jelly beans and chocolate bunnies
grass greening as robins chirp
as it should be the season of hope.

I try to appreciate each day
as if life was still normal.

This is written for Poets United Poetry Pantry.

April

April

April is one of those months
that can go either way
sort of like life these days
but we always hope for
new life
rebirth of hope
a new dream
as we welcome green grass
we pray that the worst
is behind us for a time
and we can once again
dance in spring rain.

Written for Midweek Motif, where 
Susan's motif is, aptly, April!

Weeks Go By

Weeks go by

....and there is no good news
my voice echoes off walls
in my mind silent screams
as I do not feel heard

government for the people
the people of the swamp
no longer for me / or you
no more do I sleep well

I fight against fatigue
dark money hard to battle
when cards seem stacked
oligarchy creeps into place

I try to appreciate the sunrise
birth of yet another day
a walk on a cloudless morn
or movie night with friends

respite from fear and dread
relief from dire reflection
ways to escape the world
I search for ways to rise as

....weeks go by.


This is written for Poets United Poetry Pantry.