Friday, December 24, 2010
Seasons Greetings
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I write poetry
THE ELEGANT RIBBON
I think in terms of poetry, and I think of many
things:
Birds in raibow colors, butterflies, and
songs to sing,
Grey clouds in an emerald sky--raindrops that
waterpaint the place--
The sound of Rod McKuen's voice--the smile that
lights your face--
A moment of indecision--a hard job neatly
done--
A flower growing in the field--a ring around
the sun--
Babies playing in the yard--a puppy with
a ball--
A cricket lost and crying among the red leaves
in the fall--
Yesterday, and kids in love, and a jet stream
etched on the sky--
Bar-b-que in the summer, and friends that
got too high--
Graduation, going swimming, sleigh rides in
the park--
Weddings and funerals, and being afraid
of the dark.
I think in terms of poetry, and I think of many
things,
Then I weave them into subtle songs for kindred hearts
to sing.
by Dr. Mary Belle Adelman written in the 60's