Complete

When do the pieces fall into place?

Is life a puzzle filled with curves and shapes that don't fit:

Big pieces

Small pieces

Pieces with no bloom?

Don't the pieces have to fit together?

Doesn't there have to be rhyme, reason...purpose?

Doesn't there?

Maybe not.

Maybe it's random.

What if the pieces are just pieces

And the rhymes just words that end in different sounds:

Blithe laughter,

Silent screams,

Chords both bitter and sweet?

What if the pieces remain sep'rate?

I am a collection in a single piece.

Beautifully vibrant,

Gracefully muted,

Dissonant...and silent.

Maybe there's beauty in the chaos,

And the purpose in my collection is lone.

Together...

Or apart

A complete work in one.

PLAYTIME

The sun creeps across the lawn

Burnishing the grass: phosphorescent, brilliantly green.

It chases the shadows. Protection is fleeting.

A gnarled finger of shade reaches across the fence.

It beckons, but it lies. There is no salvation there.

The air grows warmer: heavier, delicately humid.

The clouds rise up, themselves creeping.

It’s Hide-and-Seek time. The shadows revel in their temporary advantage.

This game is not new. It’s familiar, recurring.

From my haven of shelter I watch as they play. A change occurs: a retreat, a fade.

The clouds have been bested, the shadows displaced, as once again

The sun creeps across the lawn.

On The Occasion Of Your Anniversary

 January 16, 1971

Fifty years ago today

The roses were red in your wedding bouquet.

There was tulle, satin…delicate lace;

Blue velvet and stripes and a smile on each face.

With something blue and something new,

Was anything borrowed? I haven’t a clue.

You were young. Were you scared?

Your lives were changing. Were you prepared? 

Time is fleeting. Years fly by.

Looks like you made it. Even Ms. Twain can’t deny

Was everything roses?

Of course it wasn’t. But this writer proposes…

Smile. Exhale. Look back on your lives:

Reflect. Reminisce. Remember. Realize.

A choice was made in ‘71

And her eyes still adore you in 2021

What was then has now grown,

You’ve both been changed forever, “For Good.” Who could’ve known?

Fifty years ago today

The roses were red in your wedding bouquet

January 16, 2021

Happy 50th Anniversary