MODERNIZING MOTHER GOOSE

 

Humpty Dumpty has lost some weight
and now he’s looking really great.
A model now for slim and tall
Fashion statement he's off the wall.

Little Miss Muffet sits here and there
gave up tuffets for high back chairs.
Vegan now, only eats tofu.
Nothing scares her, she knows kung fu.

Jack and Jill still climb all those hills
with water bottles that don't spill..
Run marathons to keep them fit
both crowns in place they never quit.

Little Bo peep now has no lost sheep
Gps tracking  lets her sleep.
Computer chipped they wander free
the beeping tells her where they'll be.

Contrary Mary was obliged
when her parole was first denied
to give up  drugs that made her mean.
She now grows ganja, amongst her beans.

That little boy blue has left his horn
country style living and all that corn..
He’s into selling real-estate
Espresso keeps him wide awake.

 

        WHERE ANGELS COME TO SAY GOODNIGHT
Heaven’s portal in cloudy sky
on wispy wings they drift on by.
Shadows blend in misty twilight,
where angels come to say goodnight.

Along gold moonlight visons glide
on clumpy clouds they take a ride.
Silver spans of stars shine their light,
where angels come to say goodnight.

Murky illusions begin to form
swirling sensations, soft and warm.
Feelings of comfort, pure delight,
where angels come to say goodnight.

Briefly, across the earth they soar
with heavenly voice they reassure.
A hallowed place, shimmering white,
where angels come to say goodnight.

 

SELFIES PLEASE

 

Skeletons rose and took a walk
wandering forth with knees that knock.
Pale ankles bare, no need for socks.
From graves they stock, from graves they stock.

Past friend and foe they wandered by
as pale moon shone in evening sky.
On a grave a phone caught their eye
Something to try, something to try.

Modern phones make pictures a breeze,
this perfect moment they should seize.
Two bony smiles that now say cheese.
Two selfies please, two selfies please.

Grow around me my beloved…
let your laughter follow my footsteps
from early morning dawn to gathering twilight.

Sing me lullabies that ripple
through cool summer afternoons.
Waltz me through the sensual spirals of evening
delighting me with moonlight
and soft celestial sonnets.

Burst over me with violins and flames
erasing dark shadows and igniting my soul.
Tickle me with restless verse
that hums like the gentle murmur of a river.

Caress me with rain song
that tumbles with misty vapours and rainbows.
Whisper to me in the sweet scent of jasmine
settling across early morning dew.

Oh poetry dance me across the skies
and allow me to chain my words
to the brilliant flare of a falling star
as the alabaster moon kisses my words.
..written by Dee Edgett
 

 

DREAM CATCHER

 

I stitched your hair
into a dream catcher

black strands,
that smelled of lavender
and sunshine

layered knots
of love’s sweet memories

I hung it in a window facing south
and when the wind blows
through the strands

I can hear you
whisper to me
with words of love

OH HOW I LOVE A LAZY DAY

art work..Robert Bissel

Oh how I love a lazy summer day
where fluttering things come to play.
Soft satin wings tickle my nose
as I lie in a relaxing pose.

Oh how I love an afternoon nap
with butterflies fluttering in my lap.
Swift of wing, they soar as I sleep
into the forest so dense and deep.

Oh how I love my special log
here at the edge of a fertile bog.
There is nothing like a lazy day
watching the butterflies as they play.
...written by Dee Edgett

TENDER THE RIVER

tender the river,
paused in a sheen
of slow leaving ice

a hint of magic tiptoes across
that last draping
of winter snow

the trees whisper
their spring yearnings
amongst bare branches

with shy expectancy
the river waits voiceless,
warming itself
in those first echoing thrills
of spring birdsong

OCEAN'S BLOOMING

Hydrangea blue of oceans blooming
Ultramarine dreams now are looming
Misty moon now tiptoeing on by
a dot of white in the evening sky.

A vase of flowers glorious delight,
blending colors through day into night.
A sea of blue with scented pleasure
velvet petals are mine to treasure.

Across my table, the blossoms spread
as indigo visions spin and thread.
...written by Dee Edgett

 

                                              ONE LAST ROAR

The lion was getting old
he could feel the signs in his bones
and the shallow beating of his heart.

He had gone to rest under a shady tree.
In the distance
he could hear the young males
challenging each other.

It was mating season,
he was glad in a way
that he was beyond those days
and that the young males no longer
found him to be a threat
so they left him alone
to dream of the past.

The past was with him more lately
and she kept coming back to him
his African queen, his dear Ashya.

Lions mate without the need for love
but in the mating with her,
he had found a piece of himself.
It was her that he had rested his
weary head against at night
and told his secrets to.

She had been more than a mate
she was his friend and a gentle place to call home.
He still missed her even though she
had been gone many moons now.

He looked into the sky with watery eyes.
The last full moon was pale
and the stars seemed less bright tonight.
In the distance just along the horizon
he saw her standing waiting for him to join her.

With one last glorious roar he called out.
The earth quaked and with the magnificent
energy of his youth he ran to join her
floating on the edge of the sky
...written by Dee Edgett

 

PRIMING LADY

Dandelion whispers on the breeze.
Puffy whiteness, twirling with ease.
Gauzy seed heads go floating by,
whirl of dust bunnies drifting high.

Weaving illusions, dressed in frills,
they bob and dart across the hills.
Over the meadows in fancy dress,
some pause awhile to take a rest.

Dancing feathers in graceful flight,
they shimmer softly in the sunlight.
Wild pirouette of ballet dreams
they spin along the blue sky’s seams
..Written by Dee Edgett

 

SURRENDERING

late Spring,
the mountain’s sweet curve
still draped in snow

the blue bones of the sky
are breathless
with anticipation

winter's dark reflections
keep seeping from
the dark cracks along the southern side

the silence cracks
as another tree falls

surrender comes
with a subtle touch of warming
...written by Dee Edgett

BOTTOMLESS DREAMS

 

there are bottomless dreams
in the pure burning night

the distortions are so lovely
when you hitch your hopes
to the fraying edges of cosmic blue

crook the finger
tilt the tipsy line
that anchors you safely to the familiar

surf the sky,
bare witness to the fate
you’re willing to create

make the effort,
go fly that kite
and catch a thin slice of that heavenly pie

to dream is a blessing,
so follow yours tonight!

 

DANDELIONS

 

Dandelion whispers on the breeze.
Puffy whiteness, twirling with ease.
Gauzy seed heads go floating by,
whirl of dust bunnies drifting high.

Weaving illusions, dressed in frills,
they bob and dart across the hills.
Over the meadows in fancy dress,
some pause awhile to take a rest.

Dancing feathers in graceful flight,
they shimmer softly in the sunlight.
Wild pirouette of ballet dreams
they spin along the blue sky’s seams

 

 

 

WILDFLOWERS

Wildflowers sway in earth's fine weave
planted not, they just sprang from seed.
Daisies grow amongst buttercups
trying hard, not to interrupt

Morning glories in perfect hue,
with their splash of purple and blue.
Poppies red and the wild pink rose
amidst the sweet grass they all pose.

The bees are buzzing everywhere
lots of nectar for them to share.
Carpets of posies roam about
in fields and pastures they all sprout

 

 

SOMEWHERE

somewhere
my fingers are dreaming
lingering
in a hazy memory

faint echoes of wings fluttering
between this breath
and the last

each flutter
a transient whisper
of something lost

...Written by Dee Edgett

 

A PERFECT DAY

Reflections blaze on ocean bay
that perfect ending to a summer day.
Far horizon’s shedding gold light
as evening comes and day takes flight.

No boats are shifting dreams to shore.
A quiet spot, as sunset pours.
Gold mirrored reflections sinking deep
as twilight comes without a peep.

Bathed in silhouettes of gold bliss
echoing murmurs of sun’s last kiss.
Skylines blend in tranquil repose.
as day is done and shadows close.

 

BLUE GLORIES

Blue glories in wild disarray,
wispy  blooms that now quaintly fall.
Vined flowers that constantly stray
bursting forth with new morning’s call.

Wispy blooms that now quaintly fall.
Nudged by the sun, they intertwine.
Bursting forth with new morning’s call
purplish blue with green threading vine.

Nudged by the sun, they intertwine,
dangling buds in the misty rain.
Purplish blue with green threading vine,
soft petals on my window pane

Dangling buds in the misty rain.
Vined flowers that constantly stray.
Soft petals on my window pane.
Blue glories in wild disarray.

LAZY BONES

 

Just another bright sunny day
with lazy bones on full display.
A picture perfect place to stay
in the sun’s rays, in the sun’s rays.

Heat feels great on his bony face
freckled illusions bob and race.
The breeze and sunlight interlace
a flawless place, a flawless place.

He’ll sit awhile and cool his feet
no need to move, no need to eat.
He is dead tired, so he won’t greet
people he meets, people he meets

 

 

 

LOST POETS..

A TRIBUTE POEM  FOR ALL THE POETS I MET ON ALL POETRY WHO HAVE PASSED

 

 

It would be your last poem
but we wouldn’t know it..
not for a few days.

Survivors trying to unearth
the whys of such swift departures
we take up the scattering
of your last offering.

Diving into your last poem
we meditate more deeply
trying to find meaning
in the grace of your final words.

Nothing satisfies
and the darkness stretches
chilling the bones..
trusting forever
we reread your words.

Like birds searching for scraps
we pick through your poetry
trying to assure ourselves
you will live on.

We fight against the current
that death has left
willing ourselves to
write something in your memory..

We applaud that last bit of poetry
as the final curtain is drawn
knowing there will be no encore
as the poet is now gone.
  Written by Dee Edgett

 

I LOVE YOU

 

I love you..

those words stumble around us
unsure and never spoken,
slightly tantalized by the way the rain
is tapping against the window.
We both shy away from them
as we lean into the rhythm,
our sighs mixing with the rain’s song.

I love you..

the sun is glistening through
tall sweet grass,
Crooning familiar meadow lullabies
that are heavy with heat.
Your lips have claimed mine
and I feel a thousand things
that I am not ready to name.

I love you..

in that old cabin,
I can no longer keep silent
so I  finally say those words
and you whisper back...
I love you too.

                                                        The river beside the cabin
                                                        follows the sound of our loving
                                                        and with noisy murmurs
                                                        it spills our declarations of love
                                                        into the wind.

SEASONS

 

 

 Every season is a dance...

Spring ..
is a prima ballerina
with her delicate
misty movements.
Soft shoed she tiptoes in,
brightening dark days.
She gently bows
before she leaps high
with pastel shades.

Summer...

She is the wild one
salsa dancing barefoot,
her sassy hips lush with movement.
Hot and sensual
she lures us into her dance
with her lengthening days
and warm sultry nights.

Fall...
she is the rambling country girl
promenading left then right
with a blazing fire in her eyes.
She square dances in
with roundabouts and dosey-does
twirling color,
before dipping to brown.

Winter...
she is the cool sophisticated one
elegantly dressed in diamonds
and lacy white
she will waltz you along
in no hurry to move fast.
Reflecting blue from
the cold hue
of frozen things
she shares her beauty
in a slow moving dance...Written by Dee Edgett

...THIS WAS PUBLISHED IN THE PRISM CALENDAR PUT OUT BY ALL POETRY
 

IT WAS AUTUMN

 

It was autumn,
and a far flung moon
danced off stage
as we tiptoed
into love.

A new dawn,
under that tall maple..
watching the curve
of your spine
wrapped in
a blaze of color.

Mad chaos of the leaves,
their fragile curls
cradling us both
while a fragment
of total nothingness
closed over the moment.

Such tender mercies
danced in the wind
as you captured my heart.

SCATTERING MOONLIGHT

 

You’ve been hopping
in and out
of my poetry
scattering moonlight recklessly.

A trail of adjectives
demand I describe
your beauty
and the feel
of your velvety, soft skin..

But it’s the messy moments
that keep popping up
as metaphors.

A foreign language
that speaks
of things unsettled and unsure.
...written by Dee Edgett

  

    BIRTH MOTHER

Her breath with hints of marigold
sang them a fragrant scented song.
Daffodils blooming, shades of gold
wildflowers flow on her sarong.

Crocheted to bodice, wings beating
butterflies bejewel her hair.
New beginning with frail greetings,
wild joy of wing song everywhere.

Corsets of lilies call their name,
petals formed from tears in her eyes.
Fine wings fluttering they all came,
lotus laughter lifts to the skies.

Hints summer on breath of spring
birthing mother of living things.
...written by Dee Edgett

JUST A HINT

Milky stars, with heavenly spark,
twinkling light in the darkest dark.
Great reminder when things are stark,
creator’s mark, creator’s mark.

Against the velvet black I see
a trailing star, now racing free.
Flashing celestial mystery,
made just for me, made just for me.

I raise my hand to catch its beam
to brush my fingers with a dream.
Just a hint, or the smallest gleam
of divine stream, of divine stream.

Skies, silhouetted by the moon,
endless stars across heaven strewn.
A falling star, this month of June,
burnt out too soon, burnt out too soon..
.written by Dee Edgett

 

GOOD DAYS AND BAD

some days, you wake
like a death song
inside a graveyard,
homesick and nomadic

other days you embrace
joy and gratitude
as the wind chimes
measure the breeze
outside your window
..written by Dee Edgett

 

EMBRACING ALL THAT BLUE

art by Robert Bissel

winter had been
long,
filled with desolate shades
of darkness and cold

he awoke from his deep sleep
breath-starved,
longing for warmth and beauty

stretching heaven ward
he willed all that blueness
to move closer

and the sky
so overcome with his desire
unraveled
into a million fluttering pieces
and fell

kissing him from head to toe
with its blissful embrace
    written by Dee Edgett

SPRING SALUTATIONS

 

Spring salutations cheering blue
pink hints with gold wandering through.
Wildflowers dressed in colorful hue
draped in dew, draped in dew.

Sapphire florals, with lacy heads.
Lush petals where butterflies tread.
Graceful cascade of flowers spread
with hints of red, with hints of red.

Butterscotch sun reflecting light
Its reflective mood, burning bright.
Fuchsia blooms such a delight.
Oh what a sight, oh what a sight!

Swift winged birds leaving pink trees,
gliding on a warm spring breeze.
Fields of flowers stroking your knees.
A day to please, a day to please.

                                                     LOVE WAITS

Love waits, like the spring crocus,
folded, petal upon petal,
its inner core alive,
pulsing, curling around its destiny.

There is a rustling,
a knowledge that something
wonderful is forming
under the familiar layers
of friendship.

It is hard to judge that moment
when the fire turns
and the budding spikes
into a colorful display
of new beginnings.

Usually we are surprised
to find something so beautiful
springing from the ordinary.
….written by Dee Edgett

IN EVERY JOURNEY

 

there will be dreams
that get misplaced

hours misused
stretched too thin by worry and neglect

but in every journey
there is the possibility of restoration

each new morning kindles
the gift of beginning again

listen to the wind writing poetry
fresh with new blooming

reach for the stars
as the saffron moon
rewrites your swan song
...written by Dee Edgett

.                                                             RASPBERRY DREAMS

Wildflowers blooming on well kissed lips.

Floral elixir weaving hair clips.
Dancing ballet of butterfly wings.
Amorous humming, announcing spring.

Lavishly brocaded lullabies,
falling across soft lashed sleepy eyes.
Cobalt illusions dancing through gold.
Spring lady rising, sight to behold.

Velvet palms in fine luscious attire.
Unfurling buds, arise near and far.
Raspberry daydreams draped in damp dew.
Spring’s quirky lady dressed in bright hues.

                                              A HINT OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL

Silence says enough,
the words leave us
heavier than we were.

We rotate the memories
and pick through the rubble
always at war with the choices
that created us.

We build our lives
on the narratives of our perception

but a hint of something beautiful and holy
keeps nagging the spirit
to remember
the possibilities of being so much more.

..written by Dee Edgett