Staccato
Fits and starts
Push pulls
Inch moved
Obdurate will’s
Feet in cement
Mountain moved
Living in bouts
Bursts of clouds
Silver linings
Arms wide, embracing
No longer akimbo
World’s my oyster
Nothing stirs
Eye of storm
Leaves me cold~
In acceptance mode
Turning fluid I serenely
Go with the punches, flow~
*image is from internet*
Mind

Mind and heart both
Resonate, resound with love
For my eternal beloved
They have room
For none else
I so believe
Then I see pictures
Of my two grandkids and
Both melt, making room for them
What is it with a grandmother(ly)
Heart? Silly putty weak as it is
For sinfully dark chocolate candy
It also melts and caves
At sights of nature
Birds, puppies, cats
It swells at sight
Of bravery of armed
Forces, acts of kindness
Mind enjoys great music
Masterpiece paintings
And visual beauty
Heart however melts
At sight of imperfect
Hapless cowed beaten
Everyone has a place
In my heart and then
It dawns, my beloved
Resides in them all
Sunsets and sunrises
Rainbows, thunderstorms
Tornadoes, hurricanes
Tsunamis and floods and
In a fragile centipede, flower~
~
Painting is by Henri Rousseau
Doggone !
Walking length breadth
Of my neighborhood
I met a couple of cute dogs
Amada sat on her porch
With her master with paper
She loves “moving” people
Wearing a plaid jacket
Lying on her haunches
She seemed content, happy
Amanda was another breed
That I met who halted when
She saw me both coming, going
Patch of black on one eye
Light biscuit colored body, she
Shamelessly begs love from everybody
There is something noble
About these animals which draws unlike
Hoity toity cats that inexplicably I so love
All creatures great small belong in life’s
Big scheme but have yet to fathom usefulness
Of common household pest, a pesky water bug/roach!
*image is from google images
My Menagerie
Some bugaboos
Rattling skeletons
Under bed, closets
Deep rooted fears
implanted by osmosis
nurture’s collateral damage
latent memories
Past lives’ debris
present clutter made, in making
Words percolate churning mind
Frothy meringues congealing, piece de
Resistance: sane, inane, poetical verses~
*image is from internet*
Flowers
With fallen petals
And as I step out
Feel cherished by
… ~ Nature’s impromptu
Royal treatment, given~
Having come to terms
With my share of karma’s
Allotted lot, I begin, end
Day with zero expectations
Now whatever falls in lap
Is an expected gift, given
There is only win, win these
Days for me, when I arrive daily
With zero ambition, nil expectation
Life all squared away, forgiveness
Sought and above all given, ready
To cross over leaving as I’d arrived ~
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