Susan

My Guitar

my blood stains in the opening 

for sound

the body is warm and soft

the soothing smell of seasoned wood

My old friend 

She been with me for many years

I once had another

This one is my second

but first loves are often naive

This one has stood the test of time

enduring many hours of 

picking and strumming and tapping

even though

she is cracked ever so slightly

a crack that worried me 

at first

but has caused no harm

Many years of love

happiness and joy

holding her against me

comforting me 

when I want to cry 

but can't find the tears

bringing me joy 

when I'm too shy 

to express it

a song gives me courage

Most Importantly

strange moments

I can't define

the music embraces the mystery

Susan

my love

my friend

we go along

another adventure

into the unknown

Peace

Peace

a leaf blowing in the wind

A flower

Growing just a little

Just tiny bit for today

The nutrients feeding its

stem

A bird chirping

His mother chirping response

A cloud moving slowly

The sun is rising

A tear in my eye

Peace

Inspired by NaPoWriMo writing prompt #4

write a poem that is about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like “beauty” or “justice,” but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns.

Song of the Valley

He Soul shines with Love

Love has many forms

Tears, Scars, Joy and Creation

Just to name a few

Thoughts often block

True Love

Jumping into the

crashing waves

My thoughts

are cleansed

Love whispers

It does not shout

Allowing space

for me to scream

and love responds 

softly

All is well

Be at peace my Dear

Covering my wounds

I am delirious

from changing winds

My reflection ripples

as the illusion breaks

But I have been here before

and will return again

The unspoken truth within

My fickle heart forgetting so easily

Seeking easy answers

simple solutions

But looking at flowers

on TV

is not the same

As growing them yourself

Releasing control

of time, change and the future

whispering back to my forgotten Love

Ancient source of all

Beneath the gravel

Lies the deep 

My tears seep through the dirt

Connecting with the wisdom

Beneath

Beneath the winds, the snow, the rain

the hurricanes, the storms, and the floods

Shining like diamonds in all I see

The pillars of virtue rising above the 

rats and mice

Echoing in the valley

you can hear her 

soft melody

of dreams and peace

Inspired by NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #18

Find a poem in a book or magazine (ideally one you are not familiar with). Use a piece of paper to cover over everything but the last line. Now write a line of your own that completes the thought of that single line you can see, or otherwise responds to it. Now move your piece of paper up to uncover the second-to-last line of your source poem, and write the second line of your new poem to complete/respond to this second-to-last line. Keep going, uncovering and writing, until you get to the first line of your source poem, which you will complete/respond to as the last line of your new poem. 

I used "Tissiacks Tear" by John Muir

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tissiacks_tears_904017

Union

I walk along a path

tall grass and tress

forming a narrow path

Standing above me

Like a crowd of friends

all hear to welcome and me

smile upon me 

as I move 

down the procession

I meet the great lake

at the end

greeting me with warmth and deep blue eyes

a glowing heart

and a friendly smile

seeing my heart glow

and connect with hers

in

this moment

The Hanged Man

To the Hanged Man

Everything looked upside down

People fighting over who was first and who was right

people attacking their brothers

people striving their whole lives to to survive

only to die at the end

People forgetting the moment to have a better one later

people driving large automobiles only to arrive

at a dusty office

People ignoring their children to give them a be"Better life"

people wanting to be happy by adding stress to their lives

adding more to their to-do list 

if they just get a another shot of busyness

then they will feel like they can rest

the world seemed upside down

The Hanged Man said

From his tree

He looked foolish

people laughed as they passed

he wasn't doing anything

He wasn't changing anything

He wasn't learning anything

He was using his time

but to the Hanged Man

he was the richest man of all

for he had time

He had time to watch

to enjoy

to observe

to be

time to be

the greatest gift of all 

to simply be

and this is why 

he was smiling

Sailing Across the Ocean

To my far away family,

my mom, my sisters, my brother, 

my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, 

my grandmother, My In-laws

Often thinking of you

Hoping you are well

Many waves of the ocean are rocking my boat

at the moment

I'm sailing across the Atlantic

in a row boat

The ocean threatens to swallow me

without judgment

or scorn

but only because 

that is was the ocean does

I see the waves come over may head

they crash down on me and 

drench me their raw energy and power

the force pulls me and pushes on me

I release and let go

having no control over the outcome

knowing that I am just a particle of dust in this universe

but I feel blessed to have been hit by the wave

Blessed to have been obliterated

by the majestic sea

Somehow I always bob to surface in my

little row boat

I start again on my journey

sailing across the ocean

FATHER

F - Forging you for your humanity
A - Always with me in my heart
T - Time heals all wounds
H - Heaven, where your pain is no more
E - Every moment you were alive was a gift, even the painful ones
R - Remembering how much you loved all of us and how much I love you