Blog Archives

Break or Bend

Darkest night, the tempest rages

Violent winds upon the shore

Mighty Oak and Willow bracing

Morning light reveals the score

 

Staunchly stood the Oak resisting

Any change from status quo

Willow swayed and rode the current

Bowing to the greater force

 

Steadfast Oak sustained much damage

Branches snapped that would not bend

Willow’s tired leaves discarded

Healthy limbs, a place for growth

 

Change occurs, how will you answer?

Fight to keep your comfort zone?

Ride the thermals to new heights?

Break or bend, your life, your choice.

 

Put yourself in the other guy’s shoes

do unto others.jpg

Love Thyself

love-thyself

Be Still

be-still

SUPERMAN

If I were Superman, I’d fly around the world backwards

To turn the time upside down

I’d go back to when my boys were small enough

To hold upon my lap

When we were all a family, my husband, boys and grands.

Go back, I say, to simpler times.

I’d lay beside the man I chose for better or for worse

To feel his heat and love forever.

 

Accept, Forget and Live for now.  This moment’s all I’ve got.

No argument from me.

But I cannot forget what was, my life, my love, my boys.

It’s burned forever in my heart.

The boys are men that need me not. My husband’s gone back home.

Life is good, but much is lost, never to retrieve

If I were Superman, I’d fly around the world backwards

To turn the time upside down.

The Rose

Fragrant rose stands alone

Protected by her thorns

Facing winds, pests, disease

Surrounded by her peers

 

By herself in a group

She meets her fate head on

Knowing that all blooms fade

Her time is limited

 

Bud to bloom, path is set

Each petal will unfold

Sharing joy, beauty’s gift

Revealing what’s inside

 

We’re unique, talented

Our mission is to use

What we have, who we are

To help our fellow man

Star Upon The Tree

I set the star upon the tree

A special place on top

Reminder of past Christmases

I spent with my life’s love

 

Did I appreciate those days

While running to and fro

Or did I miss the best of times

Wrapped up in Christmas rush?

 

The baking, cooking, trim the tree,

Will all of it be done

Before the family arrives

For dinner Christmas eve

 

 

We’d stay up late to build the toys

Exhausted, went to bed

Excited boys would wake by five

To see what Santa left

 

I cannot travel back in time

To capture what was lost

My photos of past holidays

Forever warm my heart

 

That special star upon the tree

Burns brighter from above

His spirit lives forever more

In everlasting love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Listening

Listening to deepest yearnings

Voices whisper deep within

Listening to spirit guiding

Letting heart lead not my head

 

Discovering there’s more to see

Making choices new to me

Turning pages, writing chapters

Living my own history

 

No one else can walk my journey

Only I can take the path

Listening to spirit calling

Feeding soul with sight and sound

 

No one else can write my story

Not a one will take the blame

If I fail to have the courage

Paying heed to ego’s fears

 

Listening to deepest yearnings

Hear the calling from my heart

Listening to spirit guiding

I set sail for parts unknown

Fight for Control

Angry seas launch my eggshell craft

Floating, but a second, before

Gravity’s tentacles tighten

Crash!  Into the trough

 

Green water overhead

Where air had been

Scared, I fight for control

To survive

 

My fragile vessel, scarred

From numerous storms

Victim of circumstance

Once again

 

Exhausted from the struggle

I finally learn that I cannot

Control Nature’s fury

But must weather

 

I trim the sails, hand on tiller

Adjust the course to surf

Not be buried

By the uncontrollable

 

 

 

Sail on, my Captain

Sixteen years ago I wrote the following lighthearted poem in honor of my husband Roger and two friends, Roger and Mike, who raced our sailboat in the 1998 National Catalina Race held in Westbrook, Connecticut.  They took first for the tall rig division in all three races.  Yes, readers, the sailboat’s name was Sloopy, the inspiration for the fictional 36 foot sloop that Liz and Garret live aboard in Murder in Mystic, Murder in Newport and Two Headed Snake of Key West.  Our Sloopy was fast and my husband could make a mighty Margarita.

I am sharing this with you in memory of my husband, who passed away on July 1, 2014.  Sail on, my captain.

 

The pressure was on

To win a glass cup

Each silently prayed

He wouldn’t screw up

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The guy thing, you know

Machismo, at best

The challenge would come

They’d be put to the test

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The good Lord was laughing

As they hoisted the main.

These three would need blessings,

And more, it was plain

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Wine made from water

Was easy for sure,

But Roger, Mike, Roger

Three races endure?

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The task was immense

But these were nice guys

He raised His arms up

And Sloopy did rise.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

She raced to the finish

Three bullets to boot

Miracles do happen.

There’s proof in the loot.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The lesson each learned,

To celebrate life

Believe in oneself

Be good to your wife.