Friday, March 15, 2019

A gypsy story

She wanted to travel from here to there
and thought the hill a mere bump in the road
so she got out her old trusted wagon
and prepared for the journey ahead.

But as she got to the bump in the road
it seemed to have grown out of all proportion
so she battled and strained, broke her composure,
and cried with the effort of going ahead.

So there she was stuck half way up
thinking and thinking what to do next
and as she pondered months turned into years
while she grew older and then too old.

Too old to go on, too old to go back,
so what was that gypsy to do?
I guess she planned in case, just in case,
there should ever be as some believe
another chance at this thing called life.

What would she be, where would she be,
and I hope she has her blueprint complete
before she decides to set herself free
because nothing happens without a plan.

She plans to this day and knows to believe
she’ll be in a place of safety and love
and that all the other attendant things
will be as she means them to be!

Sunday, March 10, 2019


When there’s sadness in the psyche
it creeps up to the eyes
and sits there like a predator
waiting to pounce and devour
settled composure.

It’s mostly happy living there
but seemingly for no rhyme or reason
it needs a change in scenery
and propelled by an unknown force
runs swiftly down the cheeks.

Soon, too soon, it comes face to face
with determined intent
to quickly wipe away
all trace of its existence.

So then it dies all alone
outside its comfort zone
sorry to have decided
to go on walk-abouts
or so it is thought.

Instead it simply returns again
to settle in and be content
deep in the psyche
until restlessness sets in
and it prepares to pounce!

Saturday, March 9, 2019

The heat

She reads the words and nods her head.
“Just like me” she says to self
and knows at last she’s not alone
in the fierce and unrelenting heat
of life’s, oh, so harsh demands.

No energy or will to fight
those demands that test her faith
and as the heat sinks deeper in
she knows it’s looking for her soul.

But in the still and silent night
soul rises up to fight, fight, fight,
and dawn breaks on a cooler state
to help her face another day.

Caught in cycles all are we
from joy to sadness, hot to cold,
but there is solace in the thought
that all things pass away.

And so she waits for the pause
between the good and the bad
so she can build a stronger soul
to cut the heat off at the pass.

Where will it go she wonders now
but frankly, my dear, she doesn’t care!