At Home

Lying in your arms

My head resting upon you

Pulsing heartbeat beneath my ear

Telegraphs the message that

I am home - I am home

Hold me - enfold me

Surround me with your tenderness

Like the softest fleece blanket, pulled up beneath my chin

For this is the place where strength is renewed

Secure - here in this warm, strong refuge

Mystic sacred sanctuary of sincerest love’s embrace

We sail the world

Oh, so wonderfully wide

In sleep - clasped as one

Having found safe harbor

No matter the mooring place

When in each others arms

We are home – We are home – We are home

Glimmer Man

Glimmer man – glimmer man

Shiny dazzling shimmer man

Constantly recalculates value of all

Not warmth nor love does he recall

Boasting - toasting his diversified portfolio

If debt or interest to him you owe

Obsessively singular in his thought

Repayment, assuredly, will be sought

Glimmer man – glimmer man

Has there ever been a grimmer man?

To increasing wealth compulsively driven

An atom of self will not be given

Without a promissory note

Or an advantageous quote

He is selfish/stingy/greedy - with all he says or is

At pinching a penny ‘til it screams – he’s quite a natural wiz

When mortality meets him face to face we’ll bury him with his gold

Entombed, surrounded by treasures rich 
Just as the Pharaohs of old

In death, as in life, he will be unchanged
If the truth be told

Whether corpse or living-breathing man
Unfeeling, hard and cold

Loving Cup

"The Loving Cup" by Gabriel Dante Rosetti

 

 

 

 

Playing it safe - so easy

Refusing to take chances

Results in a semi-life

Regretful backward glances

Choices made with love, not fear

Bring fullness which enhances

Overflowing loving cup

Spills down to yield romances

Between the Lines

I do not regret the time we spent together

Loving you was the bravest thing I have ever done

Although I, at last, was forced to break our binding tether

Moving forward in life – through time and space

I have missed you every single day since we parted

No evidence you were ever in my life – not a single trace

I am victorious, having worked through the pain you gave

Still so desperately in love with you, my darling

To your whims of fancy – no longer your slave

For the Love of Lightning Bugs

Summertime's sun

Radiantly kisses earth

Ripening plantings

We made together in spring

Tomatoes on vines

First green - blush to pink, then red

Flavor exploding

Sunshine’s taste - melts on my tongue

We have a contest

Spitting watermelon seeds

From the back porch steps

Chins, hands, shirts - sticky with juice

Exuberant kids

Play “Red Rover” ‘til darkness

Barefoot in the grass

Chasing lightning bugs with glee

Doctors of Nada

I did so dearly want to study the words

But science was “where the money lived”

So I diligently memorized

Method scientific

Mastered the mean, median and mode

Completing the curriculum

While living as pauper

At last, I turned the tassle on my cap

So that it would hang over my heart

Then I turned on my heel and left

To a life filled with

Scratching, clawing, climbing a

Corporate ladder made slippery

By the slime of all the slugs and eels

That had slithered upward before me

I gripped, I fought, reaching for the upper rungs (and hung and hung)

On for dear life

Now after eons

I’ve returned to the hallowed halls of learning

Ivy covered brick walls

Musty mausoleums for the living

Where dust and ideas lie idle on the floor

Waiting for the janitor to come sweep them away

Others who profess treat me with disdain

As the undereducated, unimportant impostor

Without a degree of the proper elevation

Those whose divine right is

Self proclaimed

Academia’s royal line

Doctors of nada, zip, zilch

Snobby snots

Bookish robots

Do not possess

Original thoughts

I loathe their hubristic vanity

As I wrestle with the words beloved

(Which usually pin me to the mat)

God’s gift to me of a poet’s soul

Has saved my very sanity

Surviving the Dry Season

So dry, this desolate grassy savanna

Where nothing, no nothing

Is gained without a heavy cost

Life hangs on by a shallow, panting breath;
A delicate, sticky spider's thread

Even the repulsive buzzards beg

Very nearly evoking my pity

Flailing their wings

Screeching - scratching at the ground

For a precious drop of moisture from

Water holes - long since dried

Into hardened, cracked shards of pottery

Hellish heat

Eternal inferno

Fevered shimmering clouds ablaze

Undulate with their taunting dance of seduction

Rising from the earth to appear

To my sun addled brain

As vertical waves of water

Precious … precious water

I am mad with thirst

Crazed by the relentless heat

In this arid, barren season

It is nearly time for the rains

Will they never come?
Heaven sent droplets

Falling liquid sustenance which allow us
To survive ... to live ... to thrive
I pray for the rain that will once again
Stream down my face in rivulets, like tears

Blame it on Fate



The Fates
by Egron Selif Lundgren

I have love in my life again

Love from an imperfect, yet caring man

Who loves me in spite my failings - faults

He is a good man … a tender man

Yet some days, I’ll confess, I’m still sad

About the ending of you and I

I am still amazed at the crazed, difficult meanderings of life’s path

Fate - like a reckless, drunken fool who staggers through the darkness

Incapable of finding the way home again
Fate - who touches us all - changes the course of a life at her whim

Death, loss, grief, renewal-rebirth, joy – an eternal circle

The constancy of cycling change - such a humorless joke

Does nothing last? ...  Does nothing last?

I have love in my life again

Love from this imperfect woman, who cares for a tender man

I love him for all that he is and even more for all that he is not

I am a good woman … yet a woman who worries about the future

For some days, I’ll confess, I’m afraid

About the ending of he and I