Poetry and Beauty

Yesterday was Mother's Day I felt loved and honored but one of the ones I love was hurting and so was I. Mothers love the one whose hurting better than all the rest. They are happiest when all are safe, none is missing or lost. Mother cat came to her bed. To find one kitten missing. It had gone to... Sign in to see full entry.

My friend is angry with me. I want him to leave my house and go into treatment. He is angry and doesn't want to go. He creates beautiful woodwork. My kitchen has been transformed from an ugly kitchen to a delight. My wierd bathroom, to paradise. He loves wood, sands it smooth, and cuts it so, that... Sign in to see full entry.

The view from my window is cluttered wih bushes, and trees. I cannot even see the street. Only little spots of green arranged in leaves, grass stems with a fence behind and a step ladder in front, that is what I see. I love an uncrowded view. To see mountain, sky and horizon. I didn't grow up with a... Sign in to see full entry.

That until I was fifty, I was generally unhappy and found life to be mostly hard. Now that I'm fifty two, I am prettier than I've been in a while. I'm overweight but in a pleasing way. That last two years have been the happiest of my life. This year the best. What I want to know is: Why did it take... Sign in to see full entry.

I'm sleepy from lunch and feeling good, lazy. Sunshine fills the room I need a nap but am too happy to go to bed. Happiness has no reason it just comes when it wants. You can't seek it. It comes on its own. Barking dog, burnt finger, and sad thoughts, don't diminish it. I'm happy to be alive, not... Sign in to see full entry.

I see your pale face bald head and arms getting thinner everyday and I wonder why? Why you? You were a rare and kind man. The model man that we all looked up to and felt at home with. Yet cancer is eating away your brain. Already you cannot speak. You lie there without moving. only a twitch on your... Sign in to see full entry.

I don't want to face it. I feel embarrassed to invade his habitat. People go into his room without his invitation. He is too sick to say, stay away. He is a treasure inside a broken body. Those who love him best are broken with grief. He is my friend but I don't really know him. I hesitate to visit,... Sign in to see full entry.

God has given me friends to enjoy, Daughters who love me. A mission in life. What more could I ask. I get impatient. I want to do it all in a day. Read a novel, Write a book. Clean my house Visit a friend Go out to lunch Make love all night Get up early Stay up late. I'm not a goddess or an angel.... Sign in to see full entry.

Five years ago A storm came and bent the photilia hedge down to the ground. We cut off the bent branches. New ones sprouted And grew straight. The leftover evidence Are crowded trunks that end With a straight up trunk Growing twelve feet high. The beech trees bent but could not be saved. Our maple... Sign in to see full entry.

It is easy to love when the time is right watching the sunset laying in front of the fire, after a relaxing day with candlelight and privacy. But after a long hard day, in a house full of people, love becomes just a feeling rather than a physical expression. Just as flowers need water, and plants... Sign in to see full entry.