The Two Hundred Thirty Eighth, August 26, 2011

feet are tapping
knees are bouncing
can't sit still
need to be moving

there is sunshine
and balmy breezes
not too warm
need to be outside

was a long week
was kept too busy
feeling so tired
its finally Friday!

two days ahead
time to just recover
relax and enjoy
can hardly wait

now its finally time
out the door I go
run away screaming
FREE AT LAST!!!

time for a steak and a beer!

The Two Hundred Thirty Seventh, August 25, 2011

anxiety

cold clenching
drawing the innards
sharp claws of ice
cold seeps through
escapes in sweat
breath comes short
lungs drawn tight
shaking in the limbs
unable to move
unexplainable fear

washing through me
not letting it touch
not getting a hold
pushing through
struggling to breathe
seeking the calm
chanting a mantra
restoring confidence
difficult road ahead
hoping for the peace

The Two Hundred Thirty Sixth, August 24, 2011

darkness rises from the west
as sunlight slowly fades
the chorus of the night begins
the song as old as time

mosquitoes are out for dinner
whining sings by the ear
crickets fill the quiet spaces
with a full choral cantata

a blacker dot in the dark sky
dodging at highest speed
the bat has joined the celebration
a banquet on the wing

from a tree the question asked
who? as owls so often do

then calls the whip-poor-will
answering with his name

evening slips into full night
handing over the mantle
day closes its tired eyes in sleep
the changing of the guard

The Two Hundred Thirty Fifth, August 23, 2011

from here we see the sky
floating below our feet
as clouds like carpet fly
as we near heaven's seat

no longer are we bound
oppressed by earthly shroud
but dancing to the sound
so far above the crowd

the winds play our song
the music of our heart
it is here that we belong
with flight's ballet our art

as we ride upon the breeze
in the climb that we adore
reaching to the heavens with ease
on mighty wings we soar

there you stand so far below
looking up you think we play
it is a life you will never know
for we are the birds of prey

The Two Hundred Thirty Fourth, August 22, 2011

in the depths of my mind
there lies a cavern dark
where angels will not tread
and great mysteries reside

thoughts forlornly echo
lost from the daily world
alas what secrets mourn
ghosts wailing in despair

I know it is in this place
the answers to life hide
the meaning of existence
and where is Jimmy Hoffa

I cannot take it seriously
though others surely will
for all thoughts that entered in
may find the way out as well

until that time I must wait
and am too tired to worry
so let them be is my way
after all, I like dark caves too

The Two Hundred Thirty Third, August 21, 2011

deep quiet settles

the night is calm

a soft light glows

a circle of sunset

it is here inside

a hole in darkness

the day continues

soft still and gentle

my feet propped up

a book in my hand

glass of wine beside

prepared for relaxation

then a sudden stirring

a small black shape

slipping into my lap

and the purring begins

a time of bonding

between cat and I

as each of us forgive

the other's actions

and so the day ends

with peaceful thoughts

forgotten by morning

as the game starts again