Southern Legacy

I remember momma




When the days are gray



and cold



when the late December skies



spit their South Alabama mixture



of ice and snow



kinda like grits



and I’m not sure what it is



about



these days



that brings this melancholy



except the fact, that despite



the cold and the hardship,



the love and the memories of



soothing hands, always manages



to keep me warm.



and she knew this , that although



her children are facing their own



Winters, a mother’s love



always wraps her babies in a warm



Quilt for wintertime.



this is a mother’s legacy



warm memories for Alabama



days when the skies spit their mixture of



Ice and snow



Kinda like grits.

Song of Self

My voice may not always say things

the right way

when I speak

it may

be grammatically incorrect

but inspiration is a state

of being

and

Grace a state of mind

and insight a random broken verse

in a universe

where perfection is sought

and circles chase themselves

only to reach the same conclusions

so please understand that my thoughts

my state

of being

ME

is a work in progress

and even though I see

more

sometimes with my eyes

closed

 and my mind

opened

than some with their perfect

rhyme

I am not afraid to say

you are blind

and your senses not sharpened

and your ennui, passe

overlook, if you will

my lack of meter

because

I have learned to stand on

my own

 two feet

and write with a rhythm

dictated by the beat

of my own soul

and the music

of the wind.

To a Writer

His words seem to flow from his




crooked little vein



like raindrops with purpose



knowing they



will



find



their way



to the ocean



where all expansive



mysteries



converge



with



the



infinite



this depth of



limitless wonder



seeks



to refine



and define



the



confines



of all



we



know



... and when



this primal element



meets



the



insatiable



wind



seeds of eternity



are



forever scattered



in the cosmic



vibe



that propels



the



universe.

..

Sunday Coffee

I am  coffee
 in your favorite cup
 The morning ritual
 that starts your day
 I am that slow brewed
 deep roasted
anticipation
that awakens your soul
breathe me in
 I open your eyes
to your own  possibilities
One taste and you're hooked
one sip and your senses tingle
warm
enticing
exotic
I am so good
that even the bitter
goes
        down
                 ...smooth
when you're tired
I give you strength
when you're weak
I
 add
 a lil
sugar
when you're cold
a splash of  cream
I heat your fingers
and
elevate
your
mood
I have become
....your
      favorite
      addiction

... now don't you want a sip ?

Artists Lament

Show me a moment's truth
painted in brilliant hues
and I will reflect back to you
a filtered fragment of life

Give me a glance of the muse
as she whispers in your dark
and I will show you
your own light

Hint at untold stories
of roads not taken
.... and...
paths forsaken
and I will
tell you a secret

Sing me a song
that makes  sense of
the night
and I will
amplify your music

Color me a story
with the wind
as your palette
and I will give you
three grains of eternity

 ....  that will forever alter
 the sands of time

Midnight

so tonight feels strange
like  spirits of past lives
are restless
and not at all pleased
at me wasting my time
and the heartbeat of the world
... is skipping beats
and the zombied arms of
past lovers are reaching
past me
for what could have been
and in this strange haze
of half awake
half asleep
jumbled gris gris
...   black words from
frantic lips
make no real sound
  and
     fall
like a silent scream
to those
who never
  care
     to
listen

Waiting in Vain?

Life... ah life. We think we have a clue, we think we are on a sure and true path only to have Life say uh uh uh, not so fast little girl. The older I get the more I have to laugh at the fact we actually think we EVER figure anything out. I think we gain a little discernment, a little wisdom, which let's face it, has a lot to do with just keeping our mouths shut and seeing what happens. You can't out think, out plan, out maneuver Life. It just happens, and whether it's part of a greater scheme or a jingle jangle bumbling fumbling mess, we all gotta live it, one day at a time - and we gotta trust it. I don't understand why people are asses or why bad things happen, but I do understand that love gets you through, and friends make ya smile, and there truly is ALWAYS another bend in the road.

So many of us live in fear. Fear of living true, fear of what others will think, fear of not being in control, or what we think is control. So many people hide their hearts, their intentions, their wants, that they get lost and are just swept along by Life. Life doesn't want us to do this, to be fearful. Life doesn't want us to manage our hearts, or manage the nuances of time. Life wants to be lived, and lived well - without fear. Hearts mend, bad times pass - the world will always be a little sideways, and who knows what's in store - but Life is waiting... so what are YOU waiting on?