The Glitterati II – penned 2013

The Glitterati II

I am a snow globe container of thoughts and feelings
Shaken, not stirred
It takes time to settle back down, the new normal after life’s reelings.

Glittering glimpses of life fast forward and then back
Swirling, bouncing gently
Floating lazily to the bottom, internal me displayed like wares on a rack.

Where are you, that one, that one wanting me?
Stirred, not shaken
Intertwined is how our feelings should be.

Someone strong, but not silent, oh no that would not do
Speaking, feeling words
Come closer over here and let me see into you.

Open your heart to possibilities and let down your guard
Warmth, suffuses you
Can you understand that loving really isn’t that hard?

But don’t shake me, turn me upside down, don’t ever be rough
Appreciation, gentle affection
Perhaps we both lack, but really, we all have enough.

Alone in my head I ponder these things
Exploring, softly smiling
The best I can do is simply see what each day brings

Catch a butterfly, a sunrise, a rose glowing in the sun
Observing, fully enjoying
Examining the beauty that the timely shutter click has spun

There go the pieces, can you put them together?
Brightly, softly flowing
Do you have what it takes for us all storms to weather?

I am a snow globe container of thoughts and feelings,
Heart, fully wakened
Arms opened wide, ready for each day’s dealings.

Inspiration: A little snow globe in a store kicked off this thought pattern, bouncing around in my head while hunting down photo beauty.

Bloom from my Pinata Rose bush

Bloom from my Pinata Rose bush

Cadence – penned 2010


I watch the night skies, all alone
And will my heart not to turn to stone.

Days come and nights fall
I push, fight hard, against melancholy’s pall.

A flower blooms and butterflies are born
Betwixt past and future I am ever torn.

It is in the day-to-day
I feel sometimes that I lose my way.

Love is not found by constant striving
Rather stumbled upon while otherwise thriving

So my task upon each new waking
Is to live and learn, each joy gently taking.

Perhaps through chance and undiscovered treasure
My heart once again will beat with perfect measure

In one-two cadence…give, receive, give, receive.


Inspiration: I worked nights at the time of my husband’s death, so star-gazing was a ‘thing’. This was written during a time of serious depression, although I didn’t know it was that at the time. It is the first poem I wrote after the death. I’ve come a long way since then.