In Stead Of…

A birth unheralded, shameful, undisclosed
Single parent…if barely that…and poor
Her life already stretched—too much imposed
Her own childhood was bleak with slamming doors
What is there for me…her newborn implores
A spark is lit:  I must be strong and love
Stand tall, fight against all that I abhor
Allow gracious good to reign…in stead of…

Looked back in the archives and decided to try another huitain for our dVerse Open Link Night.  Grace is our hostess:  http://dversepoets.com/2013/03/19/openlinknight-week-88/

Loyalty

Once consumed by love’s façade,
I spiraled low and hit the ground.

Was here before when love was new
but this time loyalty took too much.

It whittled me into a contorted shape,
barely recognizable with a severed heart.

What I thought was true, found was a ruse
…used against, not for benefit.

Oh foolish girl, you believed again
in someone else instead of you.

What pushed aside and hid so deep
your own well being and sense of meaning?

It wasn’t strengthened to take forefront,
not yet developed to ward off peril.

It’s okay, I’m here and stronger, we’ll heal
the wounds that love did hazard.

I’ll comfort you and shore you up,
hold you close and tell your worth.

We won’t allow another time
that undermines our soul to shine.

Hallelujah!

Mary invites us to be inspired by Leonard Cohen, his poetry and music over at dVerse Poets today.  I always get goosebumps everytime I hear his song “Hallelujah”…so his words helped create mine.  http://dversepoets.com/2013/02/16/poetics-leonard-cohen-and-place/

Loving Kindness–A Ghazal

O open-hearted Kindness, reigning peace
Your model of piousness brings me peace
 
Sacred sweetness emanates, giving freely
Like honey-amber richness, flowing peace
 
What path may bring you near, I do not mind
Searching, my alertness finds your peace
 
Your grace shines forth in joyful, loving glory
Mending my brokenness through your peace
 
Elevated calm permeates my soul
When bathed in happiness by your peace
 
I beseech thee, O My Beloved Loving One
Surround me in completeness to know peace
 
May it always be thus between us two
A connectedness, entwining the Rose to peace

Check out tonight’s guidance by Samuel over at dVerse Poets to learn the art of the Ghazal form at our Form-For-All:  http://dversepoets.com/2013/01/31/formforall-ghazal-sonnet/

Mira’s First Christmas

Photo: Mira's first Christmas!

This is Mira…my granddaughter…this photo was taken on Christmas Day.  Mira was dressed in her red flowered Christmas dress but it was so warm that she didn’t need a blouse under it or the cute tights that her Auntie Mahan had bought for her.  She’s four months old now and I’m enjoying her company three days a week and loving every minute with her.  It seems like every week she’s learning and accomplishing more skills.  She’s trying out all kinds of sounds with her voice…sometimes turning them into “singing”.  She’s a good girl, a delight…I’m so fortunate to be in her company.

Small Stone # 17

I reach out to my sister
this morning…stress is
overwhelming her.
I’ve heard the stories
before.  I must use
restraint and not get
caught up in the drama
or I’ll find myself
feeling the way she does.

 

My entry for the Mindful Writing Challenge through Writing Our Way Home:  http://www.writingourwayhome.com/

Small Stone # 13

Baby girl # 2
was born today.
I reflect on her
home birth those
many years ago.
A special day,
an incredible girl.
Filled with
gratitude for
the beauty that
is Mahan Lakshmi.

Small Stone Day 13 for the Mindful Writing Challenge at Writing Our Way Home:  http://www.writingourwayhome.com/p/river-jan-12.html

Be Comforted, Please

The morning dawned just like the rest
Sun so bright, gentle wind above the crest
 
But on this day, I am no more
My body gone but my soul does soar
 
I have a freedom I never knew
Be joyful and glad that I’m anew
 
I know I am missed, my voice is gone
But your memory of me is never done
 
Think of my smile and the light in my heart
Eternally enduring…never to part
 
Our smiles will merge each time you do
Twice as sweet and ever true
 
The joy I shared with those I loved
Is alive and well…a treasure trove
 
Be comforted, please, and know this truth
I do not suffer, it’s only you
 
So cry a bit and mourn my passing
But it’s just a while before we’re meeting
 
Not so long…you will see
United again, souls flying free

A long-time friend asked me to write some words of comfort for her grieving family.  Her brother and sister-in-law lost their youngest daughter in a car crash early New Year’s Day.  She sent it to the family and they wanted to read it at her memorial service.  I am so honored that my words could bring a little comfort.  I do not know my friend’s family.

Actually I’m not sure if this is a true elegy or not.  I had referred to it as such yesterday in a posting.

Mira

                                                                    Photo by Saraswati Rose

This is Mira.  She’s my first grandchild.  She’s two months old.  She and her parents went on a road trip this past week to attend a wedding in South Carolina.  This photo was taken along the way.  She apparently enjoyed the trip and was a good little traveler.

These days I’m spending three days a week with her while her parents are at work.  I LOVE her!

When Young

Photo by Bomobob:  Google Images

When young though ripe for summer’s love of you
Love threw its net enclosing round me fast
Long, golden days spent wading in the blue
While thoughts made blind to what the day had cast
From afar I tracked your every move
With eyes glazed warm laid on your fairest face
Just one, small glance from you…what would this prove
Alone am I in this lover’s embrace
But by the near of summer’s glowing wane
My heart grew calm and thoughts changed into fall
Autumn’s shift did cool love’s fervent refrain
With passing days became a faint recall
So if absorbed in love’s consumed engross
A season’s span can bring it to a close

Oh, no, I’m quaking in my boots (slippers), Gay instructs us on sonnets today over at dVerse Poets Form For All!  I’m afraid it’s another “Not a Sonnet” for me…sigh…:

http://dversepoets.com/2012/09/13/formforall-basic-sonnet-forms/

Sharing this with Poets United today:  http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2012/09/poetry-pantry-115.html

Filters

Big Room, 1948,  by Andrew Wyeth

Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
Abandoned farmhouse letting go of days gone by
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream
 
Memories held fast in the bricks, mortar and beams
There, to recall, with a melancholy sigh
Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
 
Love happened here, as well as sorrowed screams
Lives at once ordinary but somehow gone awry
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream
 
All has become sepia toned …ashened…gone the gleam
Secrets, deceits, untruths..never revealed by-and-by
Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
 
Empty and hollow, a sour taste it would seem
How is it people falter, trip and choose to deny
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream
 
This house could have been a home with a melodic theme
Yes…tidy, kept clean…orderly, just so, but lacked an ally
Afternoon light filters the once upon a dreams
Filled, once, with lives who moved downstream

The Mag # 132 :  http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Shells

Photo by:  Lauren G.  Google Images

shells of hue from
bold byzantium,
blushed pinks
to flaxen ginger
 
shells collected
throughout the years
 
seashore alive
with endless riches,
intimacy with
nature had
us transfixed
by the splendor
 
laughing gulls and tiny
blur-legged pipers with
low-swoop-diving pelicans,
and sightseeing dolphins

terns and crabs and
skeletons of fishes
on inexhaustible beaches
of diminutive coquina
laid crushed by the millions
 
starfish,
sand dollars,
sea urchins
and us
 
floating, bobbing
in the warm, waving gulf
 
my heart was sated
those days on Captiva
 
a distant, hazy dream
recalled…
of carefree days
exploring that island
 
now departed,
by a placid,
slow demise,
no longer I
entwined with you

hollow shells where once love grew

Photo:  Google Images; Heron on Captiva Island

Natasha Head tends the pub bar tonight at dVerse Poets:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/09/25/openlinknight-week-63/  Everyone is welcome to join in with a poem to share.

In Memory of You

On dVerse Poets we’re invited by Sam to write a form poem that does not appear to be a form.  I tried my hand at an elegy.

http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/31/formforall-on-free-verse-picasso-and-yachting/#comments

Shocking grief you’ve made me lost
Alive yet dead, my heart is crushed
My eyes are lifeless..no longer see
Your visage departed, breaking parts of me
 
Distress down deep claws at my bones
Spring vining green turned withered stone
Interests declined as so did you
I languish forlorn in a world askew
 
You were my life, a radiant light
Held high aloft so my path wound bright
Wickedly clever, intelligent and quick
A candle burning with an endless wick
 
But your brilliant glow has been obscured
Consuming dissolution has me floored
Suffering madly, I feel only separation
Gone my lover, passion, adoration
 
May I forever remember your gentle excellence
That guided my nature, character and strength
Leaving me gifts that nourish my soul
Your undying goodness does offer console

Stone Flowers

Stone Flowers (Photo credit: elycefeliz)

1999

Photo by Gayle Rose

Sunflower in my garden; photo by Gayle Rose

emerging calm
took a stand
independence
reigned and
I felt good

 
flourishing
within and
feeling sure
life was
humming
carrying
me along

 
though one
thing dark
was lurking
still and
causing grief
and a cracking
heart
yet I knew
I could not
change, I
let it go
to take
its time

 
writing latent
no interest
yet, but a
book picked
up, laid
a spark

 
went on
vacation
like never
before,
enjoying
Naples
and places
up north

 
time of
growth
and becoming
solid, vipassana
was my
morning daily,
content with
life, work
was good,
I took care
of me and
I loved you

dVerse Poetics offers 1999:  http://dversepoets.com/2012/03/10/poetics-1999/

Giving and Receiving

There was a time,
in those early days, 
when I couldn’t sit
close enough to you.
I would press myself
against you tight and
still I felt too far away.

I stared up at your
profile and admired
the perfect view of
your face and mused
on what you may
be thinking.

We talked and laughed,
shared and listened.

I met you at one of
my lowest points.
But I was on a
quest for finding
myself again and
was making small
steps toward my
independence.

As I set forth
the intention to
find my strength,
people showed
up to offer theirs.

You were one
who fell in place
to help me up.
You took the hand
that was reaching
out and you
generously gave–
and you still do.

An entry today for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/  and dVerse Poets Open Link Night  http://dversepoets.com/2012/02/14/openlinknight-week-31/

A Few Words

Heart Candle

Image by Bob.Fornal via FlickrI

I was so touched by your gesture;
do you know what it meant to me?
A few words said so sincerely,
leaving my heart so enraptured–
moments before my departure.
My soul soared with the meaning,
I felt joy for new beginnings.
A whole new journey before me,
now full with possibility,
all because of sweet murmurings.

Decima form

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads asks us to write a love (or anti-love) poem for Valentine’s Day–I’m re-posting this one that I wrote last year:  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

Love,

Gayle

Alas

Piano Keys warm

Image via Wikipedia

Rhythmic urgings
would emerge as I
watched your sensitive
fingers flicker effortlessly
over the keys of the piano.
Just the fact that you  

were so agile and adept
and the ease of which it
flowed, made my heart
ignite, the same way
you lit the instrument.

Your guitar playing
was an equal source of
feelings.  At times tears
would pool in my eyes
as you played ragas of
ancient India, the run of
notes flying through the
air as they took flight
from the strings.  The
tempo transmuting my
breath to sospirando

Equally blessed on
the harmonium and
tablas, you quickly
became skilled at
accompanying kirtan
with either instrument.
Each played with great
expertise by your vast
background of musical
knowledge and innate
sense of scale and meter.

Those were days of
love, romance and seeing
the beauty that was you. 

Alas, muta!

Write2Day–Music and the Written Word:  http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2012/01/11/write2day-music-and-the-written-word/

My Dear Little Man

When I come to visit, I seek you out.
Catching sight of you, my delight takes flight. 

A glance my way, a tiny smile flickers,
You’re a little bit shy–not quite certain.

Yes! I still love you and I always will!
You needn’t doubt, I’m on your side,
To make you happy is my aim.
To see you smile and feel secure,
Brings me joy–let’s play a game! 

You’re the best and I mean it,
You’re a bright, shining light,
Who warms my heart
And tickles me inside. 

Please know this, Nicholas,
My dear little man,
Auntie Gayle loves you,
You can count on me forever!

Nicholas is my nephew’s son.  I really do light up when I’m around him.  He is such a blessing.

Write2Day–Writing from the Light:  http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/write2day-writing-from-the-light-side/

Two Little Girls

Two little girls were a part of my world;
they were consuming, yet so endearing.
Waking up to their sweet babbles,
my heart was totally over brimming.

All the tasks that went into mothering
were not work at all but many blessings.
My soul delighted in all the giving but got
much more through those sweet eyes.

You looked to me with trusting eyes,
I held that trust with sacred love.
I treasured the time spent caring for you,
the most precious period of my life. 

The years went by so fast it seems,
sometimes it’s almost like a dream.
So many special moments recalled,
a wealth of joy and you growing tall.

Celebrations, gifts and festivities
were so much more fun shared with you.
Your giggles charmed and brought a smile,
My pride in you I hope you knew. 

My protective prayer is with you both;
may love surround and keep you safe.
Even though you’re women grown,
You’re still my girls, my dearest ones.

My entry for Gooseberry Garden’s Poetry Picnic 16:  My Life in Free Verse;  http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving…

 

Enjoy the holiday,

Enjoy your week!

 

Perfect “S”

Kissing you upside down
lets me see you in a new
perspective.  Your features
change into a funny face. 

Even at our age, we manage
to have fun, act quirky
and goof around like
when we were kids.

We’ve been together
so long, like an almost-worn
out-but-not-quite pair
of comfortable shoes.

Here’s to
kissing upside down,
loving right side up
and holding each other close.

We make the perfect “S”!

My entry for Magpie Tales 92:  http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Sisters

Sisters are awesome.
I have three of them.

I’m the oldest but
not the boldest.

I look at them
and see parts
of me and times
when we were
still children.

We share hearts.

My entry for Monkey Man’s Sunday 160:  http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/

Being Saved

I joined her on that day
to a luncheon,
to church,
where she prays. 

It’s been years
since I’ve been here,
no longer enraptured
through this fear. 

Entertainment was
offered too,
a man of Jesus sang,
played piano and mused. 

Around me sat
the elderly and aged;
my mother’s peers
are being saved.

I listened intently
to the message given;
does it soothe my soul
as bidden? 

So closely tied with
illusion, I felt more
pity than love for
this religion. 

Belief in sin,
to me, is a ruse,
to impede us
from knowing the truth. 

But awakening
will come as it may,
our own paths
we follow each way.

My entry for dVerse Poets;  Free Write Friday–Taboo Subjects:  How to be Fearless and Nothing Less:  http://dversepoets.com/

Father’s Day

Father’s day is every day.
He can sleep so soundly
because I am here. 

My presence ensures
his peace is kept,
his innocence protected
under my watch.

My fathering role
is of most importance.
A being has been given
for me to nurture.

He will be safe
and feel secure,
his needs will be met
and so much more.

Love will flow
between our hearts;
my son will know me
and trust so deep. 

I’ll treat him with
dignity, kindness
and compassion.
His body, spirit
and mind cultivated. 

A precious son,
who will know my love.

Bluebell Books — Short Story Slam 12:   http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/short-story-slam-week-12.html

Cheesy Vegetable Soup

Légumes

Image via Wikipedia

There was no measuring when cooking this comforting dish.  I made it up when my daughters were elementary school age.  It’s a vegetable-filled and cheesy-sauced soup accompanied by hot homemade corn bread.  Just about everything was homemade by me when the girls were growing up–even their baby food.  I never bought one single jar of baby food for them.  It was so easy to take a bit of fresh steamed veggies or fresh fruit and puree them to make the ideal food with no added sugar, preservatives or additives.  But I digress–I was talking about that soup that they loved so much–that we all loved so much. 

            I started with cooking the diced potatoes, carrots, broccoli, yellow squash, celery, onions, and garlic altogether in one large, deep pot.  I may have used vegetable stock.  Then I started the cheese sauce by heating milk on the stove, grating the cheddar cheese and dusting it lightly with flour before adding it to the pan of hot milk–not boiling.  It always came out perfectly smooth–the grated cheese melting lump free and the flour adding just enough “bulk” to thicken the sauce to the perfect consistency as I gently whisked it in the milk.  When the vegetables were tender–I drained most of the cooking water off and then added the sauce–salt and pepper were the only spices.  Although sometimes a splash of tamari may have been added too.  Served with a side of hot cornbread with butter and jam or honey, it finished the dinner off just right. 

            And another thing that made this dish so particularly enjoyable was using the special soup bowls that we had bought at the Mikasa outlet.  They were a beautifully pleasing deep, cobalt blue ceramic that had a handle on one side in which you could use to keep from burning your hands on the hot surface of the bowl.  The girls loved those bowls and I think I mainly used them when I made that favorite, nourishing soup. 

          I cherish the memories of bringing those girls comfort.

Monday Morning Writing Prompt–Comfort Food:  http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/10/10/monday-morning-writing-prompt-comfort-food/

Revenant

My life with you wasn’t enough;
you want me in your death too.
I thought I was free from your wrath
by your untimely death–but no.
Your spirit had barely time to
transition through the bardos
and here you are again.
You appear in death as you did
in life–cold, wicked, treacherous
in your countenance.  Colorless,
with a lack of warmth and human
sensibility.  You drift through
my life as an untouchable, unfeeling
of my need for peace, wellbeing
and sanctuary.  You revel in creating
a horror and terror of my life, making
me pay the price of your own
recklessness.  But no–I won’t claim
this as my burden–as my sentence.
Your hunger to hurt and cause
destruction will be finished by me.
No fear, no negative energy will
be granted.  I will love you again.
Soon you will be vanishing
into the ethers–my compassion
creating your peaceful resting place.


Painting by Andrew Wyeth, “The Revenant”

My entry for Magpie Tales; Mag 82:  http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

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