Routine like so
a dinner out
at one of our
and my eyes
drift out the large,
plate glass window
to a figure stretched
out on a bus stop bench.
Waiting for a bus.
Tired after a days work
or school, or what have you.
A woman approaches,
finds something amiss.
A police car is now on
the scene. Mr. Waiting
For a Bus has become
Mr. Dead on Arrival.
All this taken in while
waiting for my dinner.
Death doesn’t wait.
Brian Miller over at dVerse Poets encourages us to tell a story: http://dversepoets.com/2014/01/23/meetingthebar-bedtime-stories-tall-tales-the-art-of-story-telling/
Posted by Bodhirose on January 23, 2014
to be made,
left or right,
around or stay.
will bring us change.
At dVerse Poets today, Claudia inspires us to think upon changes and turns in our lives: http://dversepoets.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on December 29, 2012
Within my grasp lies all and what may be
Unfettered soul survey
The world is my potter’s clay
To mold, fire…or toss away
Gay Resier Cannon introduces us to Susan Judd who shares the Welsh/Celtic Englyn forms for FormForAll tonight: http://dversepoets.com/2012/10/11/formforall-englyn/
Posted by Bodhirose on October 11, 2012
olden southern cemetery
shadows hide your inventory
ancient oaks dripping Spanish moss
I follow a path criss-crossing human glory
finding delicate offerings
decades lain enshrined from crying
loved ones long forgotten despair
crumbled headstones beyond repair…whispered sighing
some aren’t at peace where they lay
restless disquietude displays
crypts show signs of being disturbed
oh nerves, feeling so perturbed…bring calm I pray
be at rest, I do beseech thee
your life has ended, now you’re free
no longer confined to this side
only a thin veil does divide your touch from me
A prompt over at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads inspired me to try a Florette Form: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/search/label/format%20challenge
Adding this to Poets United as well: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on May 28, 2012
The layers are peeling
And my heart is healing
Because I’m willing to look
Unwavering at what’s afoot
My eyes are unflinching
I won’t look away
At even the darkest, shadowy
Healing takes place
When I acknowledge the truth
No pretending what I’m not
But embracing the facts
No deceiving myself
Shine a light on it all
The only way to peace
Is to live honestly
Posted by Bodhirose on May 13, 2011
Image by Kevin Labianco via Flickr
void of growth and expansion
life sprouts from ruins
Day Nineteen of Haiku Challenge: http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on February 18, 2011
The laws of my life have mellowed with age
They no longer carry the same weight.
I don’t feel as if I must make a date
Or do a thing if I don’t feel like I must.
I more go along with the way that I feel
Rather than what someone may think about me.
I’m not as “rushed about” in my world as it is
For there is no rule in my day that says
I must get it all done to please another.
I have let go of many a regulatory directive
That no longer serves my purpose.
Each individual can choose their own creed
Of how to govern their lawful or lawless lives.
Poetry Potluck: Rules, Regulations and Laws
Posted by Bodhirose on January 23, 2011
Step by step I journey through this life,
climbing countless and steep mountains
of one foot after the other.
Only to stumble and go tumbling down
to come to the place of where I now rest.
Go on, go on,
keep up, keep up!
No matter the deep, depressive darkness
that may envelop me,
or the brilliant light of peaceful knowing,
I am be-coming…
at the perfect pace.
Posted by Bodhirose on September 23, 2010
My Dad died about five years ago. Four out of my five siblings and I were in attendance as well as our mother and a few other family members.
He wanted to come home from the hospital more than anything to spend his last moments there but he was feeling some apprehension. Finally, after my mother gently told him, “Wade, you’re dying”, he agreed to be unhooked from life support and come home one last time. Even still, his controlling personality was in fine form as he ordered us to make sure there was some Campbell’s tomato soup for him when he got there and to go get some puzzle books at the neighborhood Walgreens drugstore.
Hospice was there for support if we needed them.
He never ate that soup or did those puzzles. He lasted about a day, and as one of my sisters and I happened to notice a change in his breathing, we quickly called everyone to his bedside as he drew his last breath. We then held hands, said a prayer and chanted for his soul to be free of any earthly attachments. It was something I’ll never forget. It felt peaceful and natural. I am proud of the “sendoff” we had for him.
However, I think he still may be hanging around. Shortly after he died, I started having an interesting experience. As I am laying down getting ready to go to sleep at night, I have the sensation that my cat has jumped on the bed and is walking across it; however, when I put the light on to remove her, (I don’t let her sleep in the bedroom at night) she is not there. I have even spoken out loud to her in the darkness, knowing that she has hidden under the bed waiting for the light to go out before she leaps out, –“Sita, how did you get in here?” It absolutely feels like there is something “pouncing” on the bed and then “stepping” across it. This has happened repeatedly to me, only and just as I am snuggling in to sleep at night. I had a strong feeling that it was “Dad” when it started happening and I feel no fear during these episodes.
Now, having shared this with my Mom and brothers and sisters, I have found that two others are having the same exact experience.
Posted by Bodhirose on August 27, 2010