Day 361 - Twenty-Four Hundred Times

I wondered what happened on this block

So much so that it was repeated again and again

So amazing that it was inscribed on the rock

To be seen by the next age of men

Was it the dance that put all melodies to disgrace?

Was it the place where they ended the last war?

Was it the memory of seeing such a fair face

That nothing like it had ever been seen before?

I hope it was the words between the truest of lovers

That cannot be shared between any others

I hope it was the peace that echoes forever

When all of the universes stand together

Tell me if you can with all of your rhymes…

What was it that happened twenty-four hundred times?

Day 353 - Make A Wish on Your Dreams

I used to believe in things I could not see

They were there, how could they not be?

They were like the scents on the wind

Very real but never to be pinned

Down, and given a real name or title

For mundane men to fill a boring recital

I used to trust in the magic of sound

It flew through the air, vibrations all around

It filled up the lungs of those who want to share

The joys of each moment both sorrow filled and fair

It echoes long after the giver is gone

In the sounds of notes tinkling they still live on

They still write messages to we who live

They gave all that they could ever give

I used to believe if I wished hard enough

Nothing was impossible, no problem too tough

I would just imagine things straight into being

Paint them like the dreams I kept seeing

Pluck them from the roses and stars up above

Pass them on in packages of love

Leave them on the street for the common man to find

Dream them up day and night, keeping them in mind

One day I would wave the thoughts about and all around

Then thrust them onto the ivory to create a perfect sound

Now I know deeply the things I cannot see

I know the loss if they are not to be

I know the sounds and melodies are true

They are the only answer to meeting you

I know that when I wish on my dreams it is not in vain

It brings a little bit more hope, and takes away some pain

Day 311 - Thank You

Thank You

Merci

Danke

תודה

Having never heard a bomb drop, I thank you.

You who lost her leg when the explosion hit,

You who pulled your friends from beneath the rubble,

You who kept the bombs away,

Thank you.

As someone who is not scarred with bullet marks, I thank you.

You who walked through deserts and tundras,

You who gave your lives so I may keep mine,

You the veterans of every war, every where,

Thank you.

As a care free young girl, I thank you.

I who may dance never fearing land mines,

I who can shout at the top of my lungs my freedoms,

I who dares to dream of peace one day,

I thank you.

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Note from the Poet & Photographer:

The photographs demonstrate the sign language sign for "thank you".

Day 297 - Another Sunset

There are an endless number of sunsets

In my life, future, past and present

But only one swept away all other bets

The one where you heard the messages I sent

When I sat in the glowing evening light

My heart racing at the sound of your voice

It reminds me of that safe time one night

When I finally understood I had no choice

Lovers cannot choose who they love or why

We must only hold those we love near

Breathing in unison until we both sigh

With only our feelings crystal clear

All else in the world fades far away

And every word is the right one to say

Day 290 - Best of Luck

Wrap me in a cocoon of contentment

That echoes the wisdom of the world

As folds of sweet darkness beckon

Light waves goodbye, fading into the horizon

I know no answer to why or how my darlin'

I only watch the wonder from your arms

I whisper to you, "So this is romance"

You spring to your feet and ask me dance

My heart races as together we spin

Across fields that are turning black

Tonight I bless the whole world over

For bringing you to me, my four leaf clover

Day 285 - Then You Came Along

Honestly I stopped looking, long ago

For that bright piece of my day, that glow

But lying next to you I begin to see

Just how wondrous the small things can be.

That strand of pink in your hair

Causes me, daily, to stop and stare

At the golden partners surrounding it

My heart comes more alive in my chest, pounding it

In a smooth rhythm you would adore

So I sit down at your piano once more.

Your piano keys play the strings of my heart

My fingers find the right ones and start

To lay down all the wonders there

Of how you and I became a pair

Notes are expressing it just right today

And so louder and louder I begin to play

To awaken you gently from sleep, sunshine

How blessed I am to call you mine.

Day 231 - Raining Innocence

Well truth only likes the rain

For the simple ripple effect

That the water can obtain

Creating everything once again, perfect

Laughter echoes differently here

In this essential time

Purifying opportunities are clear

As agelessness hits a prime

Ivory essences perch upon

Green blooming curlicues

A quiet message falling on

The human lying dues

Children see faeries in this haven

When water spills from many a cloud

The tinkling, as if on a shiny tin

Makes them each gleefully proud

To be a part of the storm puddles

Whilst innocence shades them calmly

Because the older world foolishly huddles

Though life here flows about psalm-ly

Day 223 - Hands

For Giorgos

The hand you give me

Is never quite formed enough

In shades of wood or life in general

It calls upon protection in mentioning dark points

Hold me, the artist up too close a light

So that they forever remember the power of a hand

When it is honestly the answer to weapons

and peace in between trusted spaces for many more

Some natural movements are formed

In a tight chain of sequences that echo... out and in

Like the perfected grain of ancient oak or other

Which means more than a hand with prints can try

And reveal in all the millennia before it is forever gone

Day 205 - Choking Purity

Trap the world in a net
Somehow it will survive
Even as we easily forget
That caged, little can thrive

Block out the hopeful view
Keep your eyes closed tight
That way nothing true
Will enter the exposing light

Cut what lives down
Away from soft whiteness
Let the hope slowly drown
In angered impoliteness

What should be dancing proud
Is instead choking on fumes
The hacking grows at first loud
And then quieter as sadness looms

Purple pinches that grasp too tight
Manipulating flesh into graying bruises
If nothing seems to be quite right
In the end who is it that loses?
Better yet who really chooses?

Day 155 - Lily

Bright and brilliant blooms of power

Topping the greenest of stems

Inspire those that used to cower

Life flowing like that of the great Thames

Arching grace strokes of perfection

Call upon a painter's perfect reflection

Proof of power beyond that of man

Lies within this lily of peace

So much more than we ever can

Make, and made without a crease

Yes, some greater being must exist

Such beauties created are hard to resist

So as you gaze upon this art

That nature has brought before your eyes

Let it touch your beating heart

Let it pull from your lips deep sighs

That relax the body and the soul

The Maker of Light has created you whole

Day 142 - Children's Games

What do you see?

They say, they squeal

As we watch the wide expanse

How does it look?

How would it feel?

They wonder, watching lights dance

They form great wings

Some shout out, excited

You gaze harder, too grown up to see

The fans speed changes a shape

And they watch, delighted

Trying to discover what else it may be

Your old eyes catch a glint now

But on the faces of the children

Not in the shadows above

With their faces arched up

You miss how you were back then

Innocent, eyes glowing with love

Day 90 - Haven

Haven

The trees paint a story across the sky

The final moments of evening's sigh

Welcome the silent and quiet night

With the essence of transcending light

Whispered secrets that we cannot tell

Fall like drops into the nearest wishing well

As they echo across the vast eternity

To the tune of the wild and free

From the sky to the ground

Here peace is to be found

Waiting for the next life to stir

All that lasts remains here forever

Day 88 - River Moments

River Moments

The water can swirl and crash

Falling rain, with lightning's flash

Meet as worlds collide

Pulled in by the ocean's tide

A river runs into everything

Making the poets softly sing

"If you learn from the color

We will learn from the water

Together we will trail fingers through

To find the next thing that we must do."

The water has wisdom to share

And caresses of gentle care

To refresh all that was before

Washing away anger and more

The memories you cannot cease

To flow you into serene peace

Day 47 - The Answer

Today I would like to express a special thanks to Andrea Gibson, (author of "Say Yes" a poem for our age and our lives, our souls and our joys) for her astounding work and Matt Gordon for sharing it with me. With that being said here is today's poem. ~ The Poet

The Answer

Were you looking or did you simply see

How we are growing into humanity

In every breath that we exhale together

We find another shard of forever

If you have the answer than something is not right

Because such wisdom comes from living out of sight

And you are able to gaze through absolutely everything

Pulling in all the notes that before we never dared to sing

The light behind you captivates me

But the shadow is all we ought to dare see

However someone along the line taught me differently

So I view it all with closed eyes magnificently

The truth lies every moment of every day

So many honest things we wish to say

Are hidden beneath brows that too often furrow

Which one would hate to believe might bring us low

Yet in the same brow is every ounce of hope we could ask for

The answer is found stashed away in the hidden store

Which also keeps treasures like glitter and dreams

Bound all together in the perfect package it seems

This package breathes and lives, growing

It is contentedly not all-knowing

It holds only the answers we together might understand

It comes to a glowing finale as the world stands hand in hand