8/31/11

At times the friendship we may seek,

And calming comforts we may crave,

Come not from camaraderie.

Instead we find our souls are saved,

By kindness welling from within,

That comes to us if we allow.

My challenge to this end has been,

The complex task of learning how.

8/30/11

The fabric softener of the dead,

Was brought into our home today,

Its fragrance filled my heart with dread,

But as time passes, this bouquet,

Has comforted and recollects,

A loved one's presence by their scent.

How strange to find our daily dress,

Become an honored monument.

8/29/11

The skies are clear. The clouds have passed,

We clean and carefully assess.

And stumble through the aftermath,

To reassemble from distress,

The pieces which were pulled and torn,

Now disconnected from our lives.

We count the damage from the storm,

And thank the lord for what survives.

8/28/11

We wake to sounds of pounding rain,

And howling winds beyond our walls,

That make our shelter creak and strain,

As nature's unchecked fury falls.

The giants of the unseen heights,

Above the clouded canopy,

Decend for violent, crazed delights,

And godlike games of anarchy.

Beneath the turmoil of the air,

We strive to gain some small control,

But as the tumults toss and tear,

Despite our efforts, we must know,

That we, the helpless wriggling prey,

Of some great beast that has us caught,

Through slap and batter, pounce and play,

Must suffer what the fates have wrought.

8/27/11

We watch the mountain as it fades from view,

And vanishes behind a veil of grey,

The sky assumes a dark, opressive hue,

As, prematurely, night obscures the day.

All movement 'neath the ground, songs of the trees,

All living things that scurry, scratch and crawl,

Are silent as a pause in eulogy,

Awaiting, timidly, the hammer's fall.

8/26/11

A storm approaches nigh and we,

Must scramble fast. So woefully,

Unready for the raging winds,

That that rise and gather into force.

All must be tied, weighed down and stowed,

Before the blasting currents blow,

Before the pounding rain begins,

Throughout the tempest's deadly course.

8/25/11

Prior planning may not always help you in the end,

But it will, most certainly, improve relationships,

Easing burdens on coworkers, family and close friends-

Those who extricate you from your unpreparedness.

8/24/11

Little else but competition

May compare for ugliness,

Jealousy and cold ambition,

Skew the rules of every test.

Simple kindness takes the wayside,

To excel at any cost,

Souls are bartered, morals shanghaied,

All to thwart the fear of loss.

8/23/11

I'd like to have the hours back,

The moments wasted yesterday,

Erase my patience and retract,

My concentrations poorly used.

Yet what is gone won't be redeemed,

We can't reclaim time cast away,

But carry on, forget and dream,

And live tomorrow as we choose.

8/22/11

A spouse is one with which to dream,

To plan and build with great resolve,

For through our love we are cajoled,

To strive and venture unafraid.

A spouse is one with which to scheme,

And think of ways to fix and solve,

The problems caused by all the holes,

Our mutual ambition made.

To trip and stumble to the floor,

Is much less fearful, come to find,

Your foolish falls accompanied,

With each unwary step you take.

A spouse is one whom you adore,

As partner in each heedless crime,

To face life's fortunes carelessly,

And laugh through every new mistake.