Shedding fences
Taming frights
Restricting freedom’s beat
Stiffening weight
Tightening movements heat
Nearly immobile
Slim chance for flight
Tension clamps into
Once supple places
Might.
9.30.01
Swirl Girl
Champion of whirl
From that, to this
Plans and promises
Projects and lists
What to start first?
What to finish the last?
If only a question of
Staying on task
All top priority
Of importance utmost
So what goes on hold?
She knows she knows
Center her world
Obligations reeling
Stop and name
This familiar feeling.
Instant of calm
This storm subsides
Moment of rest
A quiet resides
Then the wind blows again
And she’s up in a spin
Twirling and swirling
To no peaceful end?
09.29.01
Tiny genie
I dreamed her up
Of nothing she seems
No, nothing much.
Three easy wishes
Do come to mind
Something for nothing?
If she’d be so kind.
Satiate hunger
For popcorn with butter
Music that smiles
On souls like no other
Lastly, I wish
For strength where I tire
Seeking to find
My own hearts’ desire.
9.28.01
Baby Bundle
Precious gift from God
Your stay seems much too brief
Your spirit present
Touches us still
Reminder in heartfelt grief
Of radiant soul
Each a child are we
Sent as a package unique
To love and be loved
In the light of the Lord
Comfort and guidance we seek.
9.27.01
Somber player
Standing tall
Grounded here and now.
Private prayer
Requesting call
Centered ‘round ardent vow
Rhythmic soothsayer
Listening all
Resolved not knowing how.
9.26.01
Daisy May
Be here
To say
Some crazy
Lazy way
Today
Maybe
Daisy
May
9.25.01
Butterfly Moon
Please come soon
Soul longing for so long now
Anxious heart
Impatient with time
Not knowing if love dare avow
Butterfly Moon
Please come soon
Lone spirit fears she will miss you
May swift felt wings
Carry you near
And time be enough to kiss you
Butterfly Moon
Please come soon.
9.24.01
Box Child
Block gaze upheld
Resist all cruel distraction
Proud view, unbending fear
Stunned numb
Safe limitations yielding
Extended stance in flight
Escapes
Expression wielding.
9.23.01
Dorothy May
Happy and gay
Young do gleefully run
Yet neatly prim
And proper
Innocent self unhindered
She stands
Dorothy May naivete
How will you ever get home?
9.21.11