April 23, 2017

My Haiku for you.~ Another day of spring


Soft feathers tethered
pillows skitter on a wild breeze
Shakes the sky of white


Coolness mixed sunshine
Light lingers on sparkling ponds
Another day of Spring


April 5, 2017

Leaves

I watch from the porch, covered and away from sun’s rays to scorch.
I dream of the seasons, I mention their name, but the days go forward and cease to remain.  Birds and the bees, from the desert to the seas, I will wonder, wonder, wonder, looking, to find you on a breeze.


Covering earth with blankets of snow, rain, hail, and inches of dusty leaves staying to long on the trees; Slow to wake, slow to yawn, slow to spread their wings like birds of colors, earth tones, intense startling colors they fly and fly and fly, up, up, up, and into the sky.


Beneath the shadows there’s dawn, between the sunsets there’s evening, a warmth gathers buds and shows light to their meaning



February 23, 2017

Rain

The wind whistled the rain to come down, and down came the rain. the rain, the rain, the rain... drops drops drops, down came the rain
Wind changed its tune, drafting chunks of mud and grit to play the game of wintry storm, then down and down and down the thunder fought the wind in the trees, then up rose the branches fighting back and back and back
The night wrestled with the moon, hide your face dear, hide your face, don’t come out tonight
The rain came down and down until the drops flooded the fields, the valleys, rivers flowing wild and free, over banks to shore.
The flow, no walls to hold back the torrents of unchained rage, and up and up and up rose the rivers, up and up and up cascading the foaming, brackish mud from beneath the walls, caving and tumbling rocks free of rooted trees, all coming down and down and down...Hide the moon, clouds of leaden darkness...
Camouflage the face and soak the spongy earth behind your winds, you shadowed tormentor
Suck the earth, damn you! Vent your anger, damn you! Go on and on to helpless occupants, innocent bystanders, never to know, go on and on until you've moved the earth.
The earth moves, slips and slides, pushed with might, water laden grasses and trees, and solid rock walls, move away, stay clear, don’t get in front or you will be knocked to your knees.

Mowed down and down, down to the ground, the earth is moved, a fast moving current grips the land, tugging the hold, the solid hold, forgotten and gone, as the rains come down, as the wind lifts up, bodies, spirits, up up up into the sky, carried away, away, away, remembered is all, remembered, for what was left behind.


February 22, 2017

My Haiku for you...Truth… Love… Hope

Turmoil around hate
Send to the pit of dungeons
Truth is the answer


Open doors to all
Tired, hungry and weary weep
Love is the answer


Open arms are here
Crossing thresholds together
Hope is the answer



January 16, 2017

Tear of The Eagle

Open your eyes my angel, open your eyes and breathe the air, open your eyes 

Do you see the Star Spangled Banner, and the music that once wrapped the skies?
Open your eyes and feel the tears, the tears flowing through and onto you
See with your eyes, the eagle has flown...
the eagle so brave it’s flight unknown…
Away, into the horizon, the red white and blue, how majestic our flag waves
The eagle flies but the sky is ablaze…

No smiles, no laughter, no elation...

just tears and blank stares, exhales of frustration
The eagle’s tear, flowing over her majestic wing 
filled with grief can no longer sing


January 2, 2017

A Rambling Rose in a Garden of Thorns

The sun was short lived today...nice while it lasted, because showers are coming back tonight through tomorrow. Looks like the Rose Parade may be hit with a little precipitation! Never good news!
A day in January, one comes to find a twist, a turn to the mind as it slips over the cobblestones of life.  Some good days, some bad nights, and you flip that around and you find a mashup by John Seed.

Watching football...what is it with players who are so self-congratulatory, that they have to throw their arrogant attitude in the other player's face?
UNSPORTSMANLIKE CONDUCT WAS A GOOD CALL!

Gwen Ifill is still being thought of...and tears still come to my eyes when I hear her name or see her face...I miss her every day, the NewsHour feels empty without her.

The Dance---Mind numbing music vibrates, skaters sway, flying and cutting through crystalline surface of snow laden ice, to be swept away.  Snowflakes twirling, tumbling in mid-air dancers stumble, then caught by a cold breeze, down and down, falling without a care and yelling in their high pitched cries through the night, bleared eyed, lost in each other's arms in love, not in fear nor of fright.

I miss building a snowman...cold icy fingers defrosting by the fire, while Frosty loves cold and enjoys his cloudy breath in the evening landscape of icicle laden houses.
So…. you Wanna Build a Snowman?
I'm going into a semi sleep...and see what comes to mind...besides a snowman.

The soon to be President is nothing but a sleazy pimp...pimping himself is his job....Those of you who voted for him....how does it feel to have sold your soul to a pimp?  Trump tweets, and I post to you about his childish and ridiculous mentality.

"The man who is about to become President of the United States continues to exhibit a mean-spirited, thin-skinned, narcissistic and vindictive character." (Robert Reich)

"Trump campaigned as a successful businessman. Rubbish. He’s a conman who created nothing but a brand name built on self-promotion. Now he’s monetizing the same brand with the presidency attached to it. The sleaze has just begun." (Robert Reich)

Heating pad...eat...meds...nap…
What a miserable, leaky, dreary day!
11:30 a.m...Time to take the heating pad off, get up and get dressed!

Interesting perspectives and final decisions, the pros and cons of performing at the Presidential Inauguration by a member of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Everyone makes their own choices, for whatever their reasons...The choice to sing was left up to each Choir member, but to quit the choir for moral reasons, this member took it one step further.

I hear the trash truck...I wonder if I'll lose my container in the truck today!
I woke at 8, turned on Meet the Press to listen to a boring discussion on the news media VS Trump. I promptly fell back to sleep. On this note, on this New Day, New Year, I think this is a precursor to the coming controversial years with Trump as President.

Where Does The Time Go?
2017 Hello!
Where does the time go, that’s a saying put to a question.  No longer a present, no longer the future, no longer the past, it goes, it slugs along, it races to the fence, it doesn’t last. Where does the time go? It’s fleeting, it flies to drift along on a breeze, and wishing time was a kite, to be guided, to be pulled into the wind before the fall. Rescuing the innocent spaces, briefly consoling and cajoling the humor through it all. Where does the time go, when all else fails before it slips through your fingers tugging away and pulling like you have an illusive eel in your grasp!  Before losing your grip you grab the tail and heave a longing gasp!

Wed. is golf...partial sun...pray for no rain.


December 29, 2016

Where Does The Time Go? 2017 Hello!

Where does the time go, that’s a saying put to a question
No longer a present, no longer the future, no longer the past
It goes, it slugs along, it races to the fence, it doesn’t last


Where does the time go? It’s fleeting, it flies to drift along on a breeze
And wishing time was a kite, to be guided, to be pulled into the wind before the fall
Rescuing the innocent spaces, briefly consoling and cajoling the humor through it all


Where does the time go, when all else fails before it slips through your fingers
Tugging away and pulling like you have an illusive eel in your grasp!
Before losing your grip you grab the tail and heave a longing gasp!


December 23, 2016

Winter Green

Listening to the rain come down
with triumph it pours
Hearing water skim the surface of air
as the thunder roars

Time to break the cold  
blooming the scent of night’s dark
Secrets of nature cut the barriers of seasons
with a cry of a lark

Our rocky hills and desert sands
come alive as if in Spring
Always a magical time of year

Christmas’ Winter Green



December 19, 2016

Loving You

Close your eyes my love my dear
to waken early to call me near
Love is our memory
Love was a note
Love is worshiped
Love was hope


I remember the words you wanted to say
I remember the story you told that day
In a whisper that carried a song
I’ll remember to hope
And to love you
long



December 4, 2016

Awakening


Sleep comes to the weary, sleep comes to the sad
sleep comes to the children all snug in their bed

Rest to the deserving, handed out like gold
rest to the downtrodden, not to withhold

Lie down in the winter, flowers sleep in the frost
where snow shields the ground, all is not lost

Sun shines on morning dew, clearing land of winter’s nap
trees spring to life, giving streams of lushes sap

Breaking the ground all in due course
buds come alive with surprising force

Surrounded in warmth, awake comes the earth
People yawning away, with life’s comforting mirth






December 3, 2016

A Christmas Prayer

Trees evergreen, a wintry scene, lining the lanes, red and white candy canes
Lights in bright colors, a picture of peace, let heaven be on earth, this day let war cease  
Time to gather family, and friends to share, time for joy, to spread love with care
Hearts full abound, a time to sing, a time for Christmas, and bells will ring


November 27, 2016

Imperfection

Hindsight and insight - go further and say, blindside
Tears shed as if we’d known, we reap what we have sown
Where will it get you storing hate, senseless fighting to hell’s gate
Turn around and look ahead, don’t look back to view the dead
Your past will grieve you, and your present will seal you
Look forward at life’s lessons, the future will fuel you


November 23, 2016

Nature

Photograph by Julie Shattuck


Amongst the windy blue, clouds float through shadowed sky
If you're there to catch the breeze, I'll wave hello, goodbye

Hear the music of the song birds, the buzzing of the bees
The lilting laughter, the twitter, in the rustle of the leaves

I love the rainbows up above, the heather on the hill
I love the song, the dance, the flowers by the rill  

Thank you all of nature, thank you one and all
I will walk, I will wait, I will listen for your call









November 20, 2016

Equal time?

Equal time...? For what, more denying and lying?
Trump is the master, with crocodile crying

He runs his mouth like tires on the street
Thread bear tread with every tweet
Crushing people with his mouth
Who’s he kidding, except himself
You pick your candidates and blow hot air
Kicking and screaming, life’s unfair
You live in slime, you can't sell to a preacher
Time is up, you swamp rat creature

November 17, 2016

Torn Fabric

Hallowed hills and windswept dunes, gone are the days of sunlit moons

Gone away and into the night, traded for darkness, eager to fight

The windswept dunes and hills of green, dry and dusty never to be seen

Gone are the seekers longing for peace, gone are the smiles, now angry and creased

Where do I find you with a sigh not a shout, where is the trust to be gathered about

Where can I find you through cries and a groan, just torn fabric waiting to be sewn


November 15, 2016

A Sign of The Times



A sigh exhaled
A sign of the times

Mist carries away
Mist...a maze of disoriented figures…

Gone are the days...into blue mist
Where will it lead, where will it carry, the times

Documents signed, sealed, filed...ending...
Signs of times, signs of change…






November 11, 2016

The World is a Muddle


Escaping the world in a muddle, in a puddle
I fell in
I stepped over and fell in, I walked around and tripped
And fell in
I jumped, staggered and started up again
And fell in
The muddle, the puddle, is slippery and dark
The puddle is a mudde, and it’s cold and stark


November 8, 2016

Rhythm of Dreams

March to the band
Step to the beat
Sway to the rhythm

Unclutch the stranglehold of midnight dreams
strike every chord of disenchantment
relentless, restless, reckless couplets

forbid counting sheep
hammer words deep
remove them to sleep




November 3, 2016

Marshmallow Fun!


Marshmallows, white, soft and mushy, pillows of sweetness
Marshmallows melting with heat to a sugary syrup, all to a gooey goodness
Marshmallows, drizzled over rice krispies, crunchy and malleable
Marshmallows formed, round, firm and delectable
Marshmallow balls are what drives a sugary crazed Halloween fright
Marshmallow sticks to your fingers on a fun frenzy night!


Tremors From the Deep


Photograph by Kathleen Sara Shattuck

Saltwater rushing ashore in depths beyond imagination
Traction takes and gathers speed, removing temptation
Jagged rocks splashed with power from the deep
Hell raises an arm, grinding sand in mounds, in heeps

Make haste, ocean rises in angry need to devour all around
Floods and crumbling structures, houses falling to the ground

A roar, a tremor, a lurch pulls the pounding surf
rushing, rumbling, foaming without mirth
Wave upon wave takes and swallows what lurks in its path
Don’t hesitate, don’t look back, run away from the aftermath