Balance or Not?
Where is the balance in life?
I am awake and listening for messages
hoping for answers from somewhere.
My inability to hear them frustrates me.
So in anguish I write my exact questions
on a roll of white paper, with a plan to
put them into boxes, take them to the border,
secretly hoping someone will find them.
With a splitting headache I look out the window,
realize the futility of my plan, so instead
I put on my apron and begin my ordinary day!
Written for Shay's Word Garden
Doors
There are openings in our lives of which we know nothing
like mysterious dreams in the night that are stuck in a groove
as they repeat over and over again, the inability to sleep
because of them. Where did this dream come from?
Why does it keep repeating the same scene like a needle
trapped in a scratch of an LP on the turntable. What am I
supposed to learn? What unknown door is being opened?
There are openings in our lives of which we know nothing
until we walk through them, like the exercising at the gym,
hoping it is not too late to once again strengthen my body.
It had been a while since I worked out like this, but once
the door was open I charged through and now hope for
motivation to continue, as why work so hard only to lose
strength again, knowing the door may not open another time.
There are openings in our lives of which we know nothing,
like doors that come before one's eyes in a dream
as if you walked through them in another time or life
and you find yourself wondering which you should choose
and where they will lead and if you will have regrets
or if they are all just part of the mystery of being alive and
choices you are given in this beautiful and marvelous life.
Written for my prompt "Doors" at What's Going On?
If My Life Were a Novel
If my life were a novel
it would be filled with magic
a story of a special kiss
the questioning of faith
an unexpected boisterous laugh
a bus to an unknown destination --
but would have lots of blank pages
Memory is a fragile thing and
I know that my life may not be
what I imagined, but I hope you
will enjoy my novel as I feel
fragile right now and I am just
breathing in and breathing out
on this very messy chilly night.
Rediscovered Treasure
This week I came upon an Australian Wallabye rugby shirt
bought in Australia almost twenty years ago.
As far as I know I had never worn this shirt,
but it stayed in my closet on a rack with other shirts.
I had never been able to either give it away or wear it,
but somehow this week it interested me, and I tried it on
and was surprised how nice it looked and how well it fit.
A treasure resurrected from the past, something I had
every intention of wearing when I bought it, but
had never worn at all before now! It makes me smile.
Written for Susan's prompt "Keepsakes and Treasure Chests" at What's Going On?
Beauty
What is more beautiful
than a clumpy bowl of
breakfast cereal eaten
overlooking a haunted harbor
with a Latin lover?
Perhaps only the wildflowers
that appear in the movie
watched while consuming
an overdose of tepid coffee
in a padlocked room while
you await your fate.
Written for / linked at Shay's Word Garden.
