Sprung

A little nugget

Wedged within

The sliver of space

Between

A rock and a hard place

Swelling with moisture

A crack in the opening

Rooted and growing

Emotions flowing upward

And outward

Emanating loveliness

A joyful play of colors

On a lonely stretch of road

A meeting of kindred spirits

Overlooked but not forgotten

What has sprung there in the darkness

But the renewal of hope vanquishing

The forlorn heart with love and understanding

This is how we grow, darling

In a tight spot

Sunlit

A Distinction

Does the rose have hopes of red

A longing for a certain shade

Velvet texture crimson

And is that rose disappointed

By its hue of white yellow or pink

Or does that rose grow

In the shade of its genetic distinction

Glowing softly in the evening light

And will the dandelion cry

That it is not a rose

And lacks the thorns and reverence

Bestowed upon its kin

Will it wish to be gathered into bouquets

Symbolizing love

Or is it happy to be medicinal

Golden sunspots on the lawn

Will it revel in its distinction

Pithy roots and hollow stemmed

And will I grow in my distinction

Into the form genetically bestowed

Taking talent and experience

Mixed with trials and errors

And grow within and without my bounds

Not looking at the rose or at the dandelion

With envy or disdain

Can I pull courage from the earth itself

And hopes down from the sky

Transmuting ethereal energy into a

Common cosmic flow

Of love

Will I dance in gentle breezes

And bend low in the storm

Will the sunlight bid me open

And the twilight bid me close

But most of all will I grow here

In this individual distinction

Let my colors be my colors

Without regret or woe

Let my texture be my texture

Each leaf and petal flowing

Out from center

In its predetermined pattern

And will I choose to walk a path

And a destiny pursue

Which will add to life’s collection

Of bountiful blessings

Will I bloom

My Name is Mud

  • My name is Mud
  • That’s what she told me
  • She treated me like dirt
  • Something to trod upon
  • My life had value only to myself
  • I would have gladly traded it for love
  • For just a moment of love
  • I tried to trade my life for love
  • To take the bad end of a dirty bargain
  • It’s harder to die than I expected
  • More difficult to let go of that final breath
  • Something within me still longs to live
  • Something sings
  • Something loves
  • I have no need anymore
  • My life is full of simple pleasures
  • A well cooked meal
  • The slant of sunlight through the window
  • The sound of my loved ones across a digital field
  • And from the mud
  • A single lotus blooms
  • My name has flowered into beauty
  • My name is Beauty
  • And there is no mother to silence my song
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Dream House

Why have you been visiting

To whom do you belong

You bring your partially shaded patio

With a view of that partially hidden path

Leading to a garden shed

You bring your comfy couch

The big long kitchen table

And overladen shelves of books

Into my dreams

Across the lazy curving road

A hill arises

Further up the road

Around a bend – is that a garden center

Or an arbor nursery

Why have you come

If not to provide me welcome

For a visit not yet invited

A recurring teasing glimpse

Of a place I might end up

Somewhen

A time of laughter among friends

With the sunlight pouring into

Windows made of dreams

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Streaming light within the garden walls

I was sitting on the cement bench

Having fled the cold, dark halls

Holding open one of my favorite books

Sitting there within one of my favorite

Reading nooks

Tucked just at the curving juncture

Snuck just around the little bend

Shaded by the elm tree

Reading about things that could have been

Reading about things that just might be

In a world so far from you and me

Sunlight streaming in

Sunlight beaming in

Setting a small flower in a glimmer

Setting a small flower into a shimmer

How hope blooms in the garden

How the dark is driven back

How you came around the corner

Unforeseen and unexpected

How you walked the curving path

To end up in my favorite spaces

To end up in my favorite places

I felt a little shiver in the shade

I looked into your eyes and thought

I had it made, but you kept walking

Kept walking right on by this perfect place

And I bent back toward my book

At least I’d had a look

At what the future just might hold

If I could just be bold

With the sunlight streaming in

With the sunlight beaming in

How hope blooms in the garden

How the dark is illuminated

How you must have turned around again

As you’re sitting next to me right now

Sitting carefully by me now

With permission

Asking what I’m reading

A lively discussion

In the garden with the glimmer

In the garden set to shimmer

And the summer never ends

Summer never ends now