Relief

Relief

Spiralled lighting streaks across the sky

The promise of a cloud burst tantalizingly sighs.

Thunder’s crackles intensifies in tone.

The dry ground distinctly groans,

Parched and cracked it waits

Impatiently for the gift of rain.

Lying motionless like encrusted slate

The soil screams for a consecrated reprieve

But this day it will not receive

Relief from the days of scorching heat.

Flowering

Flowering
A single lavender flower spreads
Downy vines like feathery wings thread;
Tightly around the old fallen tree,
Flourishing  blissfully for all to see.
Lavender wisps of blossoming fragrance,
Groundlessly imbedded there by chance
In that forlorn and dying oak.
Stirring  the hearts of ordinary folks,
The blossoms perform their flowery show
Happily reclaiming life out of rot.

Climbing Mt Carlton

                                                                        View from Mt. Carlton, N.B.

Climbing Mt Carlton

We start out with our backpacks

Fastened tightly, straps secured.

We ease our way gradually

Up the steep and winding trail.

Our voices a whisper on the morning wind

Hushed by the beauty and the exertion.

Across the lonely untamed sky

Divine and dark the mountain looms.

Proud and beautiful

She dares us to approach.

Our feet slide and slip across the loose rocks.

Gripping my hand you pull me close.

We have been on a complicated path

These past few months.

We take a breather half way up

Content and transformed . 

In the  mountain’s purple hue

Our hearts entwine,  

We arrive at a fresh altitude

Unfamiliar and new.

One Lone Goose

One Lone Goose
Two chickadees are feeding
On suet I have hung.
The only birds remaining now
Except for the usual few.
That hang around throughout the year.
And one lone goose,
Who for some strange reason
Has not left, this season.
Perhaps I shouldn’t feed him:
I’ve encouraged him to stay.
Still sneaking little bags of bread
To the pond, once a day.
Sentimental old fool that I am
I couldn’t really stand
To find that silly old goose
Starved and frozen on the pond,
Waiting for his mate.
She disappeared a few weeks ago,
Just before the snow.
Perhaps he is just too tired and old
To fly south once more.
Or maybe life here seems easier alone
Then to fly solo.

Longing For Spring

Longing For Spring
Softly she strokes my budding garb
Spring’s breath scented and sweet.
Summer exhales hot and sharp
Tousling my attire oh so discreet.
Fall splashes color throughout my finery
Before she yanks my clothes quickly away.
Winter coats me in piercing misery,
My naked icy limbs bend and sway.
My sap chills and stings
And  my frozen heart longs for spring.

Celestial Contacts

Celestial Contacts

The moon shimmers and treads
In a display of golden threads
While the wisp of an angel slides
Softly through its luminous light.
So silver and white
She delicately glides
Through evening’s twilight.
With slow regal grace
She enters the world
Wings iridescent and pearled.
She turns on a majestic face,
Casting a glorious glow
On those below.
They love her mystery
And reverence her,
With total allure.
She floats silently by
Filling their dreams
With sweet lullabies,
Before she slips away.

Mittens

(In rememberance of my mother who knit mittens and other items for all her family and friends.)

 

Mittens

My mother’s fingers flew as she knit,

Contentment, wrapped up in each new mitt.

She used  colorful scraps of yarn for each new row

Each one resembled a translucent rainbow.

We could always find a vibrant pair
Our small hands were never bare.

She knitted love into those multi-coloured mittens.

Each loop of the yarn contained a prayer unwritten.
Sealed with her love for her children's protection.

by Dee Edgett/2010

Winning poems

These poems won the poem of the day on Lulu poem site..$25. each.


November 6th winner..

Crows 

A pair of old crows rebuking

With pitiful glances tolerating

No one

Seeking instead to wreak havoc

On other birds’ nests

Of life knowing nothing

Seeking only the reflective shimmer

Of gold.

November 4th winner

Family Pictures

Old photographs spill
Images long faded,
Tattered and still.
Lovers dance serenaded.
Soaked in radiance they stream,
Hand in hand, garments flapping
Caught up in an enchanted lover’s dream.
Guests watching and clapping,
A tenderly touching romance
Documented in that first wedding dance.

New family pictures display,
Two strangers stiffly holding
Children posing at play.
Laughter and love rapidly folding
Their eyes slightly faded.
Past love a long forgotten illusion
Life now tragically jaded.
False smiles like a cushion,
Desperately cover up the fact
Their marriage is presently an act.

More photos artfully in order
Hiding two families hurting,
Smiles frayed at the border.
Divorce leaving lives stinging
Children totally shattered.
Families detached and neglected
Lives irretrievable tattered,
Bitterness mirrored and reflected.
Love never had a chance,
As past lovers circle in resentment’s long dance.

Ordinary Day

Ordinary Day

We unceremoniously chatted like we did once a week

Dissecting our lives over cups of freshly brewed tea.

Our minds held back secrets our lips could not speak

I wanted to reach out and call you, Sweat Pea.

The nickname from childhood I fondly recalled.

I knew the reason your eyes seems so weary

But my words remained stalled,

Enclosed in a voice so emotional and teary.

I wanted to assure you everything would be ok

But what do you say when cancer is the secret not shared.

So I pretended it was just another ordinary day.

You smiled and patted my hand over our now tepid brew

The charade  I held tightly started to fray

And I knew you were pretending too.

Home

Home

Broken barn doors swing.

Pigeons fleetingly take wing

Scarecrows long torn to shreds

Boards falling from lopsided sheds

Window panes cracked and shattered.

Back porch peeling and tattered

Pastures over grown, nature reclaimed

Nothing but old memories remain

Of the place I was born.

Rundown and looking forlorn

I remember the olden days

Happy fun loving  children at play

Running the trails

Milk splashing from pails

Hay bales left uncurled

In that trouble-free world.

Gone are the days when we were young

And a bright barn door proudly swung.

Standing there in our father’s boots

Our fertile dreams took root.

Hanging by that open door

We were sure there was much more

Than this simple life.

We didn’t realize the gift

And the old world charm

Of life on the family farm.

Launching Pad

For my wonderful cousin Peggy, who also knows where adventures come from.

Launching  Pad 

She bought her clothes at the discount chain,

No sugar Daddy, no gravy train.

A simple girl of ordinary means

She often ate wieners without any beans.

She imagined better and in her dreams

She ate elegant chocolates, only the creams.

She drank bubbly, expensive champagne

Soaring the world in her private plane.

She knew imagination was totally free

So late at night she would smile with glee

Picking piles of bills from the money tree.

She went on adventures wearing only her robe

With zebras and elephants she traveled the globe.

If anyone would ask her and discreetly probe

How she could afford the adventures she had

She would show them the library that was her launching pad.

Words Hurt

Simple Words

Simple, razor sharp words spoken

Spirits irretrievably broken

Words sung like a verse

Akin to a curse

“I really hate you``

Spoken, not true.

Hideous expression spun into air

Lingering permanently there.

Words seemingly benign

Whirl incessantly through your mind

Like a gaping black hole

Callously nibbling your soul.

Copyright © 2010 Dee Edgett

Love Blooms

Love Blooms

Frayed feathers of light

Heavenly scented night

Reflections framed by the moon

Of  lilac’s sweet bloom.

Seductive surrender,

Brushed love so tender

Lovers posed for dreaming

Sensuality streaming,

Love’s pleasures so old

Rhythmic melodies unfold.

Sweet winds of evening

Swirled wonder now weaving

Hearts forever captured

Lovers enraptured

While two spirits commune

Encouraged by the moon.

Copyright © 2010 Dee Edgett