The budding artist that never quite blossomed into fame is that eccentric old woman. I am her and she is me and the hardest part about being her is accepting her. Once active hands and mind used to create things of beauty now, often lie in rest or are consumed with self-care. However, that eternal … More Winter’s Artist
What if I have written it all away? All those important things I had to say, And my creative mind fades in aging? Should this old woman sit silent? Observing only, as life’s passions relent? And ambitions fray beyond assuaging? Is this the day I’ve become irrelevant? A life of experience now, an … More Irrelevant?
If I am still alive when the bitter cloud passes, may I not I not be found stubbornly clinging to the storm because I’ve adapted myself to misery. Instead, may I celebrate in sunlight as I embrace the sparkling new day the sun reveals. Let me move forward to clean up the damage left by … More Survivor’s Prayer
Enchanted by a Primrose dream in June… A perfect dewy morn, Sun adorns! I awake by Meadowlark tune! No summer will I scorn! Take my hand old man, still a honeymoon… Our old love newly born, In every passing season and many a moon! Every wrinkle care-worn, My dear old man hold me and let’s spoon! … More Primrose Dream
A lovely little stroll on the edge of consciousness… Fading out and then fading in… Gathering memories from dreams of Yester-lore… Reality blocked seeps back in… Blend time outside of time, a bit of Heaven’s rest… Slip away preparing to slip in… Twenty-five minutes of Paradise others call a nap!
There are moments during a rare warm Siesta Moon, When the pain ebbs and my body sings a softer tune. Sighs of relief! Pain gone brightens usual Agony Moon, My cruel lover who won’t let go sings besetting croon, Beastly howling like a lost coyote during a Dusty Moon! Our relationship began by accident, a … More Married to Pain
My troubled old worries wouldn’t let go of me… I sent them dancing on the tinkle of piano key… I “Ooby-Doobied” my blues away! Music lifted mind above the fray! Not giving me to that from which I will be free. Melodies healing harmonies begin joy’s spree. Unravel tight knots dancing play! Rose memories of … More Musical Restoration
On the day Carol became an old woman, she shed several tears. Standing in the threshold of the last days of her life filled her with certain uncertainty. Though life is tenuous at any age, when old age comes everyone knows what comes next and there is no way to dodge death. This dreadful day came … More On the Day She Became an Old Woman
In the blush of a young child’s cheek, And in the wrinkled smiling face Of a kind old woman, Hope is seen with no need to speak; Good banishes evil, leaves no trace, A journey to transcend; Aged kind face, youth’s blushing cheek, The Alpha and the Omega lace, And form the eternal; When child … More Hope Eternal
Brrrr! Baby it is cold outside! The beauty of the snow-capped Rocky Mountains has a down side. How blessed this old bird is to fly south! I am trading these ice-bound mountains and bare grey branches in for the rainbow landscape with low mountains covered in green velvet found only in Arizona. I’m leaving snow … More Joyfully, I Fly Away!