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