Carried Home

Looked briefly and passed by
until I decided to notice
Couldn’t leave it there
down in the mud
sad and degraded
far from it’s purpose

A tiny striped pink sock
The kind that are so soft
they draw your  fingers
in to touch them
It had lost it way
been debauched
by life’s happenstance
Far from its expected fate

It made my heart sad
to see it so covered with 
earth and grime
An unsuitable fate for
such a pretty little thing

But isn’t that us
brimming with
beliefs about life 
when we are young
until we discover
the fantasies in the stories
Until we are soiled 
and stained
and just a little
grubby from all those
little happenstances
that life doles out

I picked it up 
and carried it home
washed it clean
and felt the softness 
against my skin

And isn’t it us
that are uplifted
by the people who take us 
to be their own
holding our softness
in their appreciative hands
giving us a home
stains and all.

Messy

I have a relatively clean
house
I keep up on the dishes
I do laundry once 
a week
My car is fairly tidy
considering I have 
a dog
My style is sleek 
and tight
most of the time
apart from flannel and
sweatpant days
There is very little 
about me that is messy
except my thoughts
and you can’t 
see those
This is why I recommend
The Beach
Splashing and kicking 
water
Sand and salt on your
hands and knees
you can even be a
instigator
I bring my dog
A great glorious
mess
And hour or two
responsibly taken
can fill your car
with sand
and your basket
with laundry
Now if I can just
find someone
to be my Mom
to clean up 
after me
and make
me dinner

Shell for Fiona

The tide withdrew
leaving flat sandy land
sporting shells
and beached dinghies
Long shallow rivers
from the hillsides
uncovered by the 
receding
were made for
my meandering feet
seeking warm water
to pad and splash

Out by the waterline
Families
some with dogs
stood in companionable groups
laughing, calling out
their dogs barking 
and bounding
in and out of waves
One young girl
broke away and 
wandered near

She chatted glibly
There are jelly fish
she said
Yes 
There’s a large
red one here
Don’t touch it
I said
Sand dollars
were discussed
We traded names
There are shells
like spires here
I said
This was a revelation
I will find you one
I said

She said
We are staying 
right over there. 
I will be here all week
Will you be here tomorrow?
But I was already
contemplating the softer light
of a long lazy day
and soon departure

Padding and splashing 
forgotten 
With certain importance
I set off to find
a shell for Fiona
When at last I 
spied its shape
I gathered it along
with an excellent 
sand dollar

I HAVE IT
I shouted across
the wind and distance
She ran to me
all lithe exuberance
I proffered my
treasures to 
eager hands
Gifts of shells 
for Fiona
Gift to an woman
whose child has 
long been grown

My Story

I am a Book
worth reading
A collection 
of lines  
My type 
defines my form
Lines stretch 
out from 
my sturdy spine 
to tell my 
brilliant story


My tale is filled 
with transformation
At the beginning 
my character 
bursts on to the scene
open to each day
Throughout my story
my nature alters 
inevitably with each
passing season
Alas, in the end I 
become empty
and my intricate 
mysteries are
revealed


If you study
the utter beauty
of my life story
birth to epitaph
you will truly 
know me
You see
chlorophyll fills
my tender veins 
ebbing until I
reach my end
In closing
my cover 
dry as dust
I float away
from view
to become part 
of all things

Even you
I am a Leaf

🍂🍃🍁 

Dawning Light

What if the dawning 
light of morning
was all the souls
of the past
joining together
to make a beginning

Somewhere
deep inside they say
we can all remember
the beginning
Our beginning

It is a breath giving light
that morning dawn
Remember when you
go to sleep tonight
that all that joy
and togetherness
awaits

Feeling

I placed my hand 
on the grass
and stroked the 
fine threads of 
new green
The center of 
my palm eager
was delighted by
the ticklish sensation
while my fingertips
itched to reach
into the soil and
be touched by
the cool dampness
The back of 
my hand
watched it all
from a little 
higher up and 
basked
in the knowing
that comes from 
letting the sun in

My Story

I am a Book
worth reading
A collection 
of lines  
My type 
defines my form
Lines stretch 
out from 
my sturdy spine 
to tell my 
brilliant story


My tale is filled 
with transformation
At the beginning 
my character 
bursts on to the scene
opening to each day
Throughout my life
my nature alters 
inevitably with each
passing season
Alas, in the end I 
become empty
and my intricate 
mysteries
revealed


If you study
the utter beauty
of my life story
close enough
birth to epitaph
you will truly 
know me
You see
chlorophyll fills
my tender veins 
ebbing until I
reach my end
In closing
my cover 
dry as dust
I float away
from view
to become part 
of all things

Even you
I am a Leaf

🍂🍃🍁 

From Here

It’s from near the top
that I can look 
out over the mountain 
I’ve climbed
From here I can
barely make out the 
lost child
looking for place
knowing even then
there was
such a high 
mountain 
to climb

I see the young woman 
bewildered with
how much farther to go
scrambling on shale
frustrated scratched
torn from broken rock
searching for love
Always searching for love

I can see her raising 
her child
showing that love
is possible
from the first of breakfast  
to the last of dinner
to the kiss at night
Reaching for 
secure handholds

I see the middle 
aged woman
finding the climb is
on firm ground
lightly jumping 
a small stream
as wildflowers sparsely 
spring up along side 
her feet

And now, seated
in the grass
soft tendrils 
kiss my legs
I can look up
and look down
There is
beauty above 
and below
The wildflowers
spread about
offer comfort
to sadness and 
as the best
of friends 
they wave their
measures of joy 
and celebration
I wrap my arms
around myself
I am my place
The mountain
disappears

From Eugi’s weekly prompt “Viewpoint”
https://amanpan.com/2021/05/13/eugis-weekly-prompt-viewpoint-may-13-2021/

Brave

So long ago
I held a child
Her breathing
a sign of motherhood
In all that
beauty and joy
she was but skin
body and bone
The soft blanket
not armor
nor fortress
And I neither
fortune teller
nor army
I was the
unschooled
professor
of love and life
I could only
be brave

Paradise is Anywhere

Paradise
is anywhere
I let the light in

Clear lake 
shimmering water 
seeping 
over my warmed toes
lily pads crown the surface
aligned on the dock
rowboats bob
gently knock
waiting 

Daughter hug 
so deep and 
long
awareness dawns
that all the arguments 
and missteps
can come to this

Heated rays 
rosy on my face
Cooling 
twilight follows
with it 
a quieting embrace 
of evening

The peony’s tightly
protected bud
splits open
revealing a 
heart 
so big 
you wonder
how all that
tenderness
could be contained

Paradise 
is anywhere 
I let the light in

Penned from Eugi’s weekly prompt
This week “Paradise”
https://amanpan.com/2021/05/06/eugis-weekly-prompt-paradise-may-6-2021/